THE STAIN

You grew up as a stain,
a blotch that spread
and couldn't self-contain.

Whereas purity lies
in the heart,
yours was broken
from the start.

Dirtied and laundered,
still soiled
in fearful disdain
you recoiled.

Loves wounds
unseen
can never be
washed away clean!

You've lived life
trying so hard to scour
when deep inside
you have not of the power.

And doesn't it bring
you such pain
To always be wearing
THE STAIN

                  - by Sandra Wyllie

 

INNER CHILD

"Inner Child"

Please release him;
let him show.
He's hiding behind
the wall of shame
he's come to know.

Don't deny him
his pain
he's carried with him
all these years.
It still remains.

Hold him in your arms.
To him be true.
After all
he's growing up
inside of you.

Show him compassion
Give him praise.
Maybe he'll succumb
with these
gentler ways.

So he's unruly,
and he's a bit wild.
But to love yourself
you must first love him,
your inner child.

                     - Sandra Wyllie

 

THESE THINGS

We can't erase these things
that have been done.
Long before we started
when it had begun.


We bring these things with us
wherever we go.
They're so much apart of us;
we keep them well in tow.

These things from the past
hurt more even now.
We don't know when it's happening
or for that matter even how.

But we are affected
by what we grew up in.
We've been disrespected.
We grew up in sin.

I'm trying to undo
the damage these things have done.
If we don't get help with this,
then these things have won!

We both have come so far
from what we were back when.
These things can't change
who we are.
Let us stand up to them, then!

                           - Sandra Wyllie

 

DON'T MAKE IT OWN YOU

If you hold onto the hurt you suffer inside the pain you keep shall never subside. You're forsaking a heart that's been breaking. You lived your life in sterile control. How does that not damage one's soul? You're aching from a heart that's been breaking. You need to release all of the pain. By holding on, you've nothing to gain. Don't make it own you. Don't suffer alone too. It's hard when the damage is done to go back to where it begun.                             - Sandra Wyllie I'm waking a heart that's been breaking. It's going to be hell that I pay. But I won't let you push me away. I'm taking a heart that's been breaking. You need to release all of the pain. By holding on, you've nothing to gain. Don't make it own you. Don't suffer alone too.

IT DIDN'T START WITH ME

It didn't start with me.
It happened long ago.
Why couldn't we see?
We just never let it go.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.

Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.

It didn't start with me.
But I guess I took it on.
I couldn't free
the demons that held strong.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.
Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.

It didn't start with me.
But I share the same shame.
We both agree
neither one of us is to blame.

We can't go on
clinging to our past.
It's all over now.
It didn't last.
Give me one more chance
to make things right.
A lesson learned
prevents another fight.

                  by Sandra Wyllie

 

LET IT HAPPEN TO YOU

Let lips part
to wear a smile.
Not be fraught in words
that run a mile.

Let eyes open wide
in pure delight.
Don't see the view
with narrow sight.

Let arms succumb
for an embrace.
Why stay stationary
in one place?

Let your mind drift
inside of a dream,
instead of being orderly
in the same regime.

Let your heart float
totally unaware,
instead of holding onto it
so afraid that it shall tear.

Let it happen to you
this mystery of life.
Don't allow it to be common!
It's far more than rife.
                       - by Sandra Wyllie

 

A HEART IN FULL BLOOM

Some people are so sadly mistaken. They don't see a heart that is breaking as one that's alive, one fully waken!   There is nothing alive in a heart that is closed; Life only exists in one completely exposed. And even in sorrow and even in pain a hearts capacity to love shall never thee wane. For a broken heart has even more room, It's petals are spread; it's a rose in full bloom!   You see that's what makes a heart real. It has weeped, it has bled; it has learned how to feel.                        - by Sandra Wyllie

I ALWAYS GET IN YOUR WAY

There must be some understanding. Where do I ever find the truth? Maybe you just see me as demanding. And maybe I only see you as uncouth. I don't always know how to please you. I don't always know what to say. It seems no matter what I do I always get in your way. It's hard to always know the right thing. The situation we gots a bit strange. I hope I'm not just a passing fling. I hope that soon something will change. I don't always know how to please you. I don't always know what to say. It seems no matter what I do I always get in your way. You never tell me that you love me. I never know just where I stand. It's so hard to live without the answers 'cause the questions get so out of hand. I don't always know how to please you. I don't always know what to say. It seems no matter what I do I always get in your way.                         by Sandra Wyllie

LOVE WEATHERS ALL STORMS!

Love weathers all storms.
It comes to you
in many forms.

Not always a warm
caressing, gentle breeze.
In fact it can be
an agonizing tease!

Awakens you like
rolling thunder in the night.
Props you up,
through blinded sight.

Torrid is the burning sun,
peeling away the layers
of your skin
as morning creeps in like a nun.

Exposing you like the bitter cold.
How it has you in its hold!

Tear streaming icicles
upon your face.
Frozen are you in its embrace.

Caught in the middle
of the eye.
It's a rage of destruction
as it passes by.

Whipping, whirling, upheaving,
bless be thou; it's never leaving!
But how I give a mighty hearty laugh,
because I so do love
to bask in its aftermath!

               by Sandra Wyllie


 

THE STAIN

You grew up as a stain, a blotch that spread and couldn't self-contain. Whereas purity lies in the heart, yours was broken from the start. Dirtied and laundered, still soiled in fearful disdain you recoiled.   Loves wounds unseen can never be washed away clean!   You've lived life trying so hard to scour when deep inside you have not of the power.   And doesn't it bring you such pain To always be wearing THE STAIN

           by Sandra Wyllie

Life

The best and worst thing of life.

 

The worst thing of my life

Someone’s eyes are filled with tears

owing to my behaviour , words or act;

 

The best thing of  my life

Someone’s eyes are filled with tears because

I am in trouble.