The Butterfly Fields

Just For You This poem is just for you Every word needs to be listened to How are you feeling today? Are your skies blue or grey? Where have you been? What have you seen? Has it been good or bad? Has it made you feel happy or sad? Do you feel lonely and low? Maybe you have received a bitter blow Do you want to hide away from every one? Fighting a situation you feel will never be won Lifting your head to the heavens you cry The question on your lips is; why? Is there ever anyone who hears your call? Why is it you that always takes the fall? Your voice is no longer heard even if you shout This hole is so deep, will you ever get out? Are you tired of fighting so hard? You long to laugh, let down your guard Knowing when to reach out Can be a difficult task to take in hand If you really want it the advice will always be there Give people the opportunity and you will see that they really care Try to unlock your frightened heart Even the smallest step would be a good start Only placing one foot in front of the other at a time Feeling afraid will never be a crime Sometimes finding another with common ground Can feel like salvation has been found Seeing that another has come through the other end Can be the beginning of you starting to mend As you face each new morn Try not to see yourself as the pawn Look in the mirror and smile at yourself Tap into your untold inner wealth Take a look at the world around Only accept the beautiful sights and sounds Try to block out anything that may hurt Brush away any words that are curt Take this advice and you should find That you will slowly relax and unwind The things that hurt and make you feel sad Will gradually feel less and less bad You may find that in time You will be the one that feels fine When you come across another feeling low They may have taken a similar blow It will be then that you will realize And you will be able to see through their disguise Reaching out the helping hand Quietly letting them know that beside them you stand At some point I am sure it will become clear That through bravely facing your fear You have in turn learnt how to help another in need Seeing that good can grow from the tiniest seed The pattern will repeat itself again and again A cycle of healing and pain But life, love and spirit go hand in hand Showing us that things turn out just as planned The Mist I cannot see my hand in front of my face I am lost and alone in this strange place Everything seems to be obscured, I cannot see Is there no one to hear my plea? I came here, a question in my head I need to listen closely to what is said For sometimes I stumble upon the road I have been given From my true purpose I often feel I have been driven My future at the moment seems to be very bright At last I am beginning to shine my light But still I stumble and fall And worry I won’t hear your call I don’t want to get distracted from this pathway Frightened I will get caught up and from it stray I need to find you in this gloom Need to see your face very soon I know this is the mist of my mind And you are there for me to find I must see the pitfalls in front of my feet See the way clear so you I can easily greet My face I am no longer trying to hide No longer so scared of what I will find I am sure that in time as grow taller and taller This mist will retreat the expanse becoming smaller The day will come when I will see you on a daily basis Yours and many other faces I will recognize and greet with joy and love For I know that my hand does indeed fit this particular glove