I made a vow few years ago to fall in love with me

To tell that girl stuck in time to let herself be free

That it's okay to be herself and care not for others

That she does not need to hide and cry under her covers

That no matter how she looks like she is beautiful inside and out

That she needs not the company of those who lurk in the shadows of doubt

I’d stand in front of the mirror and hug the living daylight out of her

I’d shout her name and make sure she knows I am her

I’ll tell her each day that she matters

When she laughs and cries and during her endless chatters

I’ll show her the future that she was afraid of

Imprint in her being the real meaning of love

I’d read her verses of villains and heroes

Tales of knights, witches, demons and pharaohs

I’d build a castle of wool for her on top of a hill

Let her run and scream and never stay still

I’d give her books, plenty to submerge her head in

To learn that words are not mere weapons with which to kill

I’d let shout all the words she hid inside

Let her know that does not need to hide

My gift would be to become her comfort

To arm her with enough love to be her support

So that one day when she is all alone

She’ll know fully well she was enough love shown

I thought really hard on this one, but I have already seen and done mostly everything I really wanted. I have come to the conclusion that material things of this world do not matter because you can’t take them with you.

All that being said for me it is the sharing of the gift, the healing, the helping those who really need it, that’s the kind of gift I would give.

I really don’t want anything anymore.

Just to help others and make them happy is enough.

That is a good gift.

If I could I would give myself simplicity and space

Land in the country - neighbors not too far but yet not right in my face

Blue skies and stars shining bright

Far from that of the city at night

I am thankful for the shelter over my head

and to go to sleep safe in my bed

I set the alarm and the cameras are rolling

We just don't know what is out there trolling

I was blessed to grow up in a small town with small town ways

I really do miss those long bygone days

Filled with manners, respect and outdoor childhood games

All that is left is memories and some pictures of time captured in frames

Nature is hurting and rapidly disappearing

thickets and fields have for sale signs planted in the wake of their clearing

we keep building bigger and better while empty buildings just sit

the land is vanishing - I wish they would just quit.

If I could, I surely would give myself the gift to live life simply and share my space with nature and the glorious beauty she holds.

If I could have a gift

It wouldn't be material that wouldn't last a shift

It would be something taken from me swift

The gift would be confidence

Since all I could do was lie in compliance

Over something that should have been built up but was stripped away with malice.

My confidence was a glass knife.

Once it shatters, it ruins your life.

The world would go alight

When nothing was alright

And the world feels airtight.

My gift could help me feel fine

A fixed glass knife, handled properly could at last be mine.