Pray For Las Vegas

First round not a threat to life,

Initially many believed.

Fire-works, they began to look,

But colorful lights they did not see.

 

Screams from the crowd erupted,

People began to run and fall.

Blood started to flow,

From faces, necks and hearts.

 

Which way to run, no one knew.

What direction were the bullets coming?

At least 20 minutes it seemed, continuous rounds,

Automatic weapons rushing.

 

58 dead, over 500 injured,

Our city forever changed.

Pray for Las Vegas.

Each victim has a story and a name…

 

©Elizabeth Dianne Allee

October 3, 2017

Image: http://nashvillepublicradio.org/post/country-music-performers-respond-after-mass-shooting-las-vegas-festival#stream/0

These Hearts, 6 Varied Interpretations…

Photo taken on one of my desert adventures. It struck such a strong symbolic chord with me. Too perfect to not photograph and write on. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Photo: My collection. NV

A heart separated,
Broken preceding.
Breaking still,
But beating.
——-
Independent at last,
Finally free.
With wounds and scars
Easily seen.
——-
Standing alone,
Yet afraid to leave forever.
Close it remains,
Unable to sever.
——-
Pain and loss.
Time and decay.
Eventually,
Ripped the heart away.
——-
Fallen from the largest part,
No longer whole.
Longing to be reunited,
But God’s taken their soul.
——-
An island of love,
Once flourishing.
In an instant shattered,
The heart will keep beating…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Tomorrow…

http://annmariebone.deviantart.com/art/At-the-Going-Down-of-the-Sun-473093419

Day descends once more.

Again, I am left with ache,

Waiting to join her…

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

“A Time to Mourn, A Time to Dance”… (Tales of new beginnings)

Snap out of it; it’s over
There nothing you can do
The self pity is strangling
Move on and start anew

You’ve fallen and it hurt
You’re a little broken and bruised
But you’re on track to succeed
Get focused in that groove

I write for catharsis
I write so others feel less marooned
I write to encourage empathy
For people not like you

I’ve been on pause to mourn
I’m shedding the feelings of doom
Time’s stood still long enough
I must reclaim hope and gratitude…
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This is part of my journey. My mistakes and trials help me grow. Acceptance has been hard this time, but I’m still here. I’m still breathing. My heartbeat and my pain are evidence of life, and I owe it to God, myself, and those I love… To strive.

©E.D. Allee
May, 2014

New sobriety date: May 10,  2014

Let It Go…

A day of could have beens
Of should have beens
Of would have beens

A day of was nots
Of not meant to be’s
Of just didn’t happens

This truth can never be covered up.
Can never be changed.
Can never be reversed.
Never be wished away.

Mourn the loss
But don’t lose right now
Move forward
It’ll be okay somehow

May 5th 2014

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

What I Miss The Most… (Writer’s Digest Poem Day Challenge) Prompt: Elegy

“That time don’t wait for nobody”
You often would say
Staring into the unseen
With a reflective gaze

You were a man of strong faith
Always seeking the truth
Sifting though pages to keep learning
Writing and sharing what you knew

You were strong and gentle
At times stern, but always loving
You referred to us kids as “mutts”
We were  all “Gertrude” when your memory was buckling

You played a mean game of checkers
And our tennis matches were so much fun
And, not sure how, but your ham sandwiches
Are still the best in the world, bar none!

I miss your garden and your golf ball collection
I miss your spray painted high top converses
I miss pretend face shaving with closed razors
I miss putting bows in your hair till you looked ridiculous

I miss so many things about you PaPa
I could write on and on about the grandfather I knew
Words of good memories would accrue endlessly
But in my heart, what I miss most is you…

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014

Confronting And Accepting No…

I feel as though God’s placed it on my heart to write this. The subject was the source of such intense pain as recent as a year ago.  I am unable to have children- one of the hardest things I’ve had to accept. When my faith began to strengthen, and the fog of my addictions started to lift in recovery… God showed me peace. Maybe some of you can relate, and even find some peace.

Why? The question I asked over and over.
I couldn’t understand.
Unable to put my longing to rest,
The dream, that as a little girl, was placed within.

Dreaming of when I’d hold those tiny hands.
Look upon that precious face.
A reflection of God’s love
Staring into my eyes, hope’s gaze.

My heart ached at the sight,
At the touch, at the thought,
At the scent as I held them,
At the sound of their cries, I felt loss.

Movies depicting a new additions’ joy,
Commercials, news of loved one expecting,
No matter how happy I was for them,
Inside, I was so very sad for me.

My friends, my sister… I couldn’t understand.
Perplexed, trying, thinking at times it was real,
Only to find it was false.
A tortuous taunting, I never thought I’d heal.

Then, the day came.
My eyes opened to truth.
I knew God’s plan was perfect,
My heart, was gently soothed.

I don’t have to understand.
I don’t have to know why.
I was such a mess for so long,
Probably best I was denied.

I remember the moment,
When I knew I was healed.
When the brokenness simply remained
In tearful echoes loosely concealed.

On my knees, I prayed to God,
Speaking the words “Thank You”.
Grateful that I was taken care of,
And that my baby, not to be, was too…

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://imagecache6.allposters.com/LRG/27/2793/HM3OD00Z.jpg

 

Futility…

With urgency, gathering all her strength,
Time progressing in obedience.
She tries to suspend the moment forever,
He’s leaving soon, risking life for defense.

The thought of losing him is torment.
To breathe she needs his love, his heart.
Sharing a singular beat, they’re united as one,
She has to ensure he doesn’t depart.

So she holds tight the the chains she lassoed time with,
As shards of active moments escape.
Knowing within, the efforts are futile,
Tomorrow will come; there will be a new day.

Yet she holds on till hands bleed, and chains empty,
Tears flowing from her darkened skies.
Weak from fighting a battle she couldn’t win,
In powerless despair she now prepares, to say her goodbyes.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Image: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=42978400

 

 

 

Caged Heart…

The windows of my soul are shut,
My hearts door is now locked.
I’ve shed tears till I can no longer cry,
Yet, the pain that is you won’t stop.

Why did I ever let you in?
How could I not discern,
The true nature that defines you?
Will I ever learn?

You stole then crushed my heart,
A practiced criminal in love.
My security has always been low,
And you called my strength bluff.

I think I’ve gotten away from you,
That I’m finally free of your remains.
But I’m reminded when the wind blows,
Pieces of me you still have in chains.

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://s434.photobucket.com/user/kahunafiji/media/hearts%20and%20light/CageHeart.jpg.html

*note: channelling a past Elizabeth here.

Demon Addiction…

Another life lost,
To the demon addiction.
Death was his conclusive escape,
Not sure it was his intention.

While our aim is not always our demise,
We use with fierce intensity.
Seeking oblivion in any form,
Some sort of life-reprieve.

False serenity,
Destructions serenade,
Despondent over failed attempts to stop,
This bondage is so difficult to evade…

Try as we may to fight it alone,
It’s hold is unrelentingly vicious.
It’s cold fingers grasp us by the throat,
Carving ownership brands into our flesh.

It’s easy to submit to the nagging pull,
Sometimes it’s just too hard to fight.
We buy into the illusion,
That this is our only hope, for life.

Rest for your soul I wish for you.
The tears no longer will plague your days.
Pains final release, what you were searching for,
Has arrived, just so sorry it ended this way…

©E.D. Allee
February, 2014

Picture: http://www.thefreshfilms.com/actors/images/hoffman_philip_seymour.jpg