Realize my talents

Bumps and bruises, scrapes and scabs
When will the falling end?
Through all my tumbles and trips in life
I have plenty of wounds to tend

Stomach, head, tooth and chest
How many aches will I endure?
They say the pain will lessen each day
But I was hoping for an instant cure

Tears, insecurities, anger and guilt
Am I destined for the suffering to continue?
Help me bandage my physical and emotional scars
My heart is broken but I’ll mend it for you

Okay, so I realize that I have a knack at writing poems but I was hoping to find a more interesting talent. I wish I could sing like a diva or dance like the girl in Flashdance! My talent is too boring and mediocre… now what else can I do? How exactly does one go about realizing their talents if they’ve never explored their abilities?

B*y the way you are always here for me, every time that I am in need

Like the way I constantly depend on you, you are the reason why I succeed

Every time I run into obstacles, you are here to keep me strong

Sometimes I ponder my purpose in life, and you show me where I belong

So raising me may have been kind of rough, but you did it with grace and flair

I* wonder where I would be without you, lacking a family and someone who truly cares

N*ow we have endured so much, but each loss brings us closer together

Giving you a title could never express my love…

S*ister, savior, supporter

Wish you could have stayed,
For just a few more years
Wish you could have held on,
Through all the pain and tears

Wish I weren’t so selfish,
Still pleading to God you’ll come back
Wish I were a strong woman like you,
But who will teach me the skills that I lack?

Wish I could see your beautiful smile,
And your wave when you bid me goodbye
Wish I could hear your laughter,
And see that mischievous twinkle in your eye

Wish I could have told you,
That all your dreams for me came true,
Wish I had one more chance to say,
Momma I love you

Maybe I should tell you,
Exactly how you make me feel
Perhaps I shall show you,
That I trust what we have is real

Forgive me if I’m cautious,
And holding back a little each day
It’s just that you make me so anxious,
I strive for your favor in every way

So help me to open my heart,
I yearn to be thoroughly explored by you
Just grab my hand and I’ll take the plunge,
To embrace the love that will ensue

Thoughts of you sway through my mind,
And I feel my emotions stir
As I’m sitting in class or crunching statistics,
I wonder how such a miracle could occur

Just a few months ago I was a diminished lady,
So deviated and subsiding in fear
But all of my insecurities have dissipated,
Since you came along my dear

So you ask, how do you recognize “the one”,
And can love be significantly analyzed?
My response is reject multivariate analysis,
Trust your heart, the p-value never lies

I used to write poetry in high school, and after reading an entry from a fellow 43thing subscriber I was inspired to try it again. Her poem was absolutely lovely, hopefully I will be able to re-acquire this long forgotten talent.