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A Candle Never Lit Is like...
A prayer never said, or that promise never kept.
A hand never offered to help, or a smile never offered in friendship.
A hurt never forgiven, or a wound never healed.
A kiss never asked for, or a hug never accepted.
A love never pursued, or a dance never danced.
A song never sung, or those words never spoken.
A child never born, or a flower never allowed to bloom.
A risk never taken, or a room you never come out from.
A wall never climbed, or that path never taken.
A child never knowing their Grandparents, or that card never sent.
A mercy never given, or a hate never left behind.
A baby never suckled, or a tear never shed.
Light that candle that sits so gloom and cold, and bring a truth to your life before you are too old.
StrongBearRedHeart
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Consumed
There I sit, outside its door, waiting for the thing that always wants more.
Consumed by passion, lust or love, it slips into my head as a Mourning Dove.
I fall for its words so soft and warm, it pulls me in, like a Bee to the swarm.
Trying to hold back my mind goes blank, there is nothing I can do, my heart has sank.
Piece by piece with no regrets my soul it takes, my work consumes me, my spirit breaks.
Out of control I spin head long, until there is nothing left, not even a song.
Now in pain my body is torn, never again will this happen I've sworn.
To be consumed is a bittersweet dish, but being consumed has brought me to this.
The love of life is taken away, it leaves me walking the earth alone and astray.
Don't let this happen to you, keep a level head, please heed these words, that I have said.
StrongBearRedHeart
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Cry in the Night
As I sit in my room the sun has gone low. In the darkness is a cry in the night from below.
It calls to me while searching for light, yet there is so much pain and so much fright.
Not in my head do I hear this cry, but from far away it asks for my help from where it lies. I do not recognize the voice or from what direction it groans, but it can't be ignored with its weeping moans.
A cry of remorse or of guilt in the wind, it flows through my spirit from where it has been. Give me your strength it asks of me, for it can no longer stand on the path that it sees.
I will give you my strength if that's what you need, so this cry
in the night will no longer bleed.
Come with me I will show the way, and there by the light you always stay.
Let us sit by the fire and pray to the stars, and humbly ask that they will remove all our scars.
StrongBearRedHeart
My Sister’s Tears
She stands in a mist of many battles, with head held
high, and soul so strong.
She vows never to stop the good fight for her People.
With a spirit of Wisdom and warriors heart she
prays for peace that we all belong.
With a Mothers compassion she opens her arms, for
those who seek a safe place from all harms. She
offers to heal, to love, to cry, and to laugh. And for
those who have passed over a wing so to fly.
It is the color within her that she clings to with
hand, it can’t be denied she is part of the clan.
Women like all others, but with so much it’s clear.
That is why I have written these words;
My Sister’s Tears
Dedicated to Evening Rain
StrongBearRedHeart