Immediate Gratification

There was a little girl who had a little curl...right in the middle of her forhead. And when she was good, she was very very good...but when she was bad she was horrid.

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Location: Boca Raton, Florida, United States

Mother. Sister. Daughter. Friend. Lover.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

She Sat Alone...

There were days when she thought the sun would not rise
Doubt and fear were partners at her side
The strength she projected knew no bounds
For there were things to do and people to please
With a broad stroke she attended to everyone’s needs
With only two hands she expertly spun
More plates than most ever overcome
The façade could last only so long
For one day all her strength was gone

Out with the old, in with the new
It was her time to shine and she new what she must do
She dropped one by one each of those plates
She cringed at the thought of the mess they would make
Much to her pleasant surprise
Even without her, everyone managed to survive

What a wonderful journey upon which she embarked
She tripped and stumbled along this new path
But what an adventure, she hoped it would last
A few bumps and bruises, but now without fear
Her strength grew day by day, week by week
And year by year

No longer alone, doubt replaced with love
A miracle it seemed was sent from above
He was everything she’d hoped for
Beautiful in so many ways
She thought aloud ‘he’s mine for the rest of my days’
He promised her things she’d never had before
Not diamonds or riches, things far more precious
For he promised her love and respect and kindness

She believed for the first time in ages
That these promises were not empty and hollow
With the same broad stroke used to hide her past strife
She thought she had found the love of her life
She trusted unconditionally like never before
And so, she sat alone no more

~Stacy Levy
June 7, 2006

10 Comments:

Blogger Mother of Invention said...

I'm not sure I quite understand where you're at ....timelines etc....maybe showing the evolution of your thinking..Maybe you are feeling more comfortable where you sit now? Hope so.

Anyway, always feels good to get those thoughts out from rolling around inside you and onto the page in a nice poem. I love poetry! Keep writing it.

7:48 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"he" might have not found that funny, but i found that to be hilarious. :)

10:02 PM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Me too, Anon. And the thing is, it wasn't even a joke. LMAO!!!!

10:11 PM  
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10:14 PM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Now I get it..."He" was definitely not the one so you can feel you made a wise choice there. In a way, he seems pretty desperate to get a "babe". You deserve better! It'll happen!

9:11 AM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Anon - Are you the one who wants me to post a pic?

7:53 PM  
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7:53 PM  
Blogger Eatapeach said...

Mother -

The poem has nothing to do with Plantman (a/k/a "Him"). I was sitting at work the other day, and started thinking about my life. 20 minutes later, poof, there was a poem. There is a man in my life, and he is the reason I no longer sit alone. I think I will write about him soon, but the short story is we met on New Years, became friends, and recently decided to take it to the next level. A natural evolution I guess.

8:05 PM  
Blogger Mother of Invention said...

Oh, this is good to hear! A much healthier scenario! Good luck! Sounds like you're liking where you're at on this one! Neat!

7:40 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

yep, but only cause i read something about "big boobs" everything after that is a wash.

7:00 PM  

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