Christine Barron

  I feel kind a tied…and bound I feel pegged to the ground I feel I have no choice… It must be true I guess I’ve given away all my power I feel powerless   I have tried to stand apart But I didn’t speak loud I got pulled in to the mass I followed the crowd   Like lemmings running fast Not wanting to miss or lose time I found falling… an easier option Than to carry on with the climb   I let others rule my life… I wasted so many days and years What’s left… are mere pieces Of all that was once here   I didn’t voice my opinion… I didn’t think they would count Slowly losing all my opinions I lost the whole amount…   I let others decide for me What dreams to throw away… what dreams I should dream? Compromising my self esteem Now I have no self esteem   I danced to deadlines Which some one else always set There were alternatives But I haven’t exercised one yet…   We all have free will But some tie it in chains… Respecting yourself above all Is one cure to feeling…walking lame…? Don’t let your circumstances… Be the music for all your dances… That’s how most fighting spirits become tame   There are always alternatives You have options …at your option to use How you think at a crossroad or a bend Will decide whether you win or you lose

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ENJOY THE BEAUTIFUL DAY....
 
BIRRI

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It's an unusual day...
I'm not sure which forces are at play...

Someone...Something is taking the structure apart...
brick by brick...layer by layer
from the skin to the heart...
Who is behind this slow...dismantling of my soul...?
Who is behind the tolls?

I feel like a handful of clay...
being remanufactured today...
slowly being moulded in to what I need be…
Who is sculpturing me?
Which artist?
Which hand?
Who is in command?

I feel more strength in my heart and bones...
 I simply never feel alone…
I feel someone is always there...
and that my soul is in their care...

What relationship are you to me?
Expose yourself so I can see...
Who is sailing this ship...guiding me?
And when I feel I may come apart...
Who is reinforcing the heart?
Who owns this chisel and knife?
Own up ...own up Dear Life...

Test me if you must test me
But don't let anything break me...
And if I start to fall apart...
rebuild and remake me...
I don't mind paying a fair toll  
For the chiselling of my soul...

I know I am being mined...
someone somewhere is processing my soul …I'm being refined
I feel a kind chisel and knife... 
reshaping my life...
Like a piece of coal...
Dear Life …Chiselling my SOUL

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Hi Christine Hope this finds you well my dear friend. Wishing  you  an awesome weeK  full of love health and happiness..  God bless you and take care of yourself.
 
 

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Hello Christine Hope this finds you well.  Have a magical   weekend. God bless you and take care of yourself.
 
 
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