Thursday, November 30, 2006

consistant

I am consistant in this
I'm more put together
Realizing an overwelming amount
of what importance is
what really matters

my therapy-
crying in your arms
and allowing myself
to be loved
to trust a boy
one finally that
i can trust

a boy-
who will be a dad
not just a father
my daughter will look forward
to seeing him, not dread it
he will walk her down the isle
and truly be giving her away
because he gave her so much
of himself

my sadness-
no longer self pitty
but a grieving
for innosence lost
a money driven war
suddenly a nation of terror,
of fear,
out to kill, not to heal
I'm aware
but sad
feeling small and helpless
if only this nation would
look past their own comfort

my happiness-
dreams of my hope
coming true
holding you
holding your hand
holding your heart
and knowing it will last
that we can overcome
all that tears at us
because it will not tear us apart

I am consistant in this.
I'm more put together now.


Copyright [November 23, 2006] By: Tiffany Conner

YOUR COMFORT

distant support
needing them near
tears streaming
producing sobs
and your comfort
is making me realize
my selfishness
they may ponder
my absence
but my mother
is not here
to see me try on my dress
my friends completely distant
feeling non existant
im not mad
but i am sad
and he told me
i could cry.


Copyright [October 23, 2006] By: Tiffany Conner

older

so this is it
this is the outcome of my dream
as a child
as a dreamer
here i am
job i hate
fiance i love
friends talking but obviously not to me

i feel so drained and dead here
i want to go home
be held
sleep away all that brings me down
all that aches my head

need a break
a vacation from everything
from everyone
except him
my warmth in the cold
my love
now for life

frightened as i question if i am ready
im not all put together-
all over the place
all the time

this is being older
here i am
as i am
and there he is embracing me

Copyright [October 20,2006] By Tiffany Conner