GRATITUDE (POETRY)

I find Gratitude

There’s those days  I wonder what my purpose is in life”

Why I was here and why I was consumed with fear.

I fell asleep obsessing on what the next day would possess.

And what else would the world confess to me.

And how many more awful things will I have to see, with all of the world’s diversities.

I swam thru life like a seed in the womb, anxiously awaiting exposure.

Like a butterfly in its cocoon.

Like the unknown on the moon.

I’m overwhelmed with anxiety and uneducated stares from society, because of my sobriety.

I was just a girl trying to find herself.

I was lost.

I saw women my age, so strong.

Meanwhile everything in my life felt all wrong.

Most days I was so angry I couldn’t even think.

And by each passing moment I sank deeper and deeper into the darkest part of life.

The part I have become strong enough to fight.

I find gratitude when I see the homeless sleeping under a bridge, and people living like pigs.

I myself have been places a rat wouldn’t go.

And had been knee deep homeless in the snow.

I find gratitude when I see babies born to AIDS, and how afraid they must feel.

I find gratitude when I think of the mothers, and guilt will kill.

And if these truths are giving you chills, then you know how I feel.

I feel gratitude when I think of women who have been killed for the taste of the thrill.

I feel gratitude when I think of crack addicted babies with that constant cry.

Doctors working hard, but millions still die.

I find gratitude every time I pick up a pen.

And express today, I won’t let the darkest part of life win.

I find gratitude when I think of the people who have lost their minds.

Walking in the wilderness trying to catch up with the time.

I find gratitude because I have somewhat of a clear mind.

Still a little lost…

But the hope is I am trying to find.

I find gratitude when I hear the birds sing.

I used to hate the noise, now I understand the reason they sing.

I find gratitude every time I feel the sun.

I got another day clean and I’m going to get another one.

I find gratitude when I think of what I have been through.

I am finally happy, joyous and free.

And you can be too.

 

                                                                        Thank you, Gratitude.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COPYRIGHT :)

Copyright © 2011 Latoya Harris

All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise), without prior written consent from the author, except brief quotes used in reviews.

ISBN: 978-0-9834455-2-4

First Printing September 2011

Printed in the United States of America

Cover Design by: Junnita Jackson

This is a work of Poetry. It is not meant to depict, portray or represent any particular real persons. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Contact Latoya Harris:

Email: latoyaharris98@yahoo.com

CARRY ME (RANDOM THOUGHT)

CARRY ME…

FREE ME (POETRY)

FREE ME (POETRY).

BLANK PAGES (HAIKU)

I HATE WHEN THIS HAPPENS,,,GRRRR

I SAT, I STARED, I THOUGHT

AND THERE WAS, THERE WAS

THERE WAS, NOTHING…

DREAM CATCHER

DREAM CATCHER (EPIGRAM).

DREAM CATCHER

Dream Catcher

I haven’t talked to my family in a while.

I don’t know why I feel I cramp their style.

I love my grandmother.

I need her to smother me with her love.

I’m needy that way.

That’s how I always was.

Some would say a little too much.

My nana was always there, kind of like a crutch.

Even the lightest touch meant so much.

I wasn’t a normal child.

They called me the flower child.

There was a woman.

Her name was Karen, Karen Givens.

She had all the men and even some women. 

She would go out there and do her thing.

I wondered how she got them to buy her jewels, necklaces and diamond rings.

I know now if she had wings she would have simply flown away.

Because her life was filled with an array of dismay.

She’d ask me, this little girl… don’t go please stay.

I’d leave home and stay gone for weeks.

I was hanging with dope fiends some real creeps.

I was staying out for weeks not getting any sleep.

Things were happening and the shit was real deep.

I’m writing all this because I need somebody to know.

My younger years were demon like, and real cold.

Winters were all year round.

My inner child lost never to be found….

STOLEN SHE WAS!!!!!

Stolen by the ignorance of time.

And I’m still trying to find.

It wasn’t my fault I was a child they were the adults.

My life was not theirs to take.

Always checking to see if I was still awake.

I still wake up screaming “GO WAY FOR CHRIST SAKES”.

If I could swim.

I’d swim across a lake.

If I could fly.

I’d fly across the entire state.

If I could climb.

I’d climb the highest mountain and drink from the purest of fountains.

And if I wasn’t scared of heights.

I might stand on top of a vista.

And listen to the wind SING,,,,WISHA-WISHA

I wish you weren’t here with me.

WHO?

ANYONE BUT YOU!

Just to soothe my burdened soul that was stole.

STOLEN IT WAS!!!

I’m drifting off into some real dark shit.

It has trapped doors and a bottomless pit.

Anyway I called my grandmother last night and thank God every thing’s alright.

I could have just shared at one of those NA meetings.

But my twisted purpose I would have been defeating.

I’ll leave it all up to you to find.

I’ve said it before.

It’s hidden.

Hidden somewhere between the rhyme.

It’s 3 AM and I can’t really sleep.

Because I let my pen go to deep.

I’m looking at my dream catcher I got last night, waiting for my dreams to take flight.

It’s spinning over my head while I lay in my bed.

Oh yeah, and thanks for reading the thoughts in my head.

My dream catcher has this hypnotic spin.

I think I’ll relax and let it win.

So I can put my pen to rest.

And hope tonight I dream a little less.

 

 

 

 

CREEPY HUGS (POETRY)

CREEPY HUGS (POETRY).

TIME (HAIKU)

TIME (HAIKU).

TIME (RANDOM THOUGHT)

TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE…