poetry by Me : Meg Shea
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Where did the years go
Where did the years go? to the things we believed in to love, and life and family to comfort in our skin time did not vanish it did not run and hide it is not held captive nor like the wind outside time runs through us entwining with each soul etched into our memmories making our lives whole When we know
by Meg Shea when you were born you were a clean slate you knew nothing at all blissful in your ignorant state as you aged as you grew tall you became a teenager and thought you knew it all as you rushed and as you ran out into the world you were head it was there that you learned you knew nothing instead so you lived life and experienced it all you said goodbye and closed your eyes it was at the end you knew so much yet no one knew you were so wise just being me
i used to want to be like you fit in, blend, and not be blue But as I aged I finally knew I am me and you are you by fitting in I did not stand out I could not show my talents about being me allowed you to see the most incredible amazing me now my goal is to just be me being unique is my specialty being me allows me to be my best and most happy! meg shea The tender dawn 1990
The tender dawn is breaking and so is my fragile heart. Because I’m so alone in this world torn apart, Another day I sit and prey this loneliness will end. If only I could see tomorrow and it in find a friend. But tomorrows dawn is breaking in today’s unsplendored way, and in it I see only tears for all my yesterdays, if only I could see the sky the dawn break just for me, I’d see hope for tomorrow and let yesterdays fears free. By Meg Shea The seed
close your eyes and reminensce of a distant kiss it was our first it started the thirst the seed of the need that binds us entwines us and ties us together forever |
life
Life is a slow death it shortens by each moment each breath we make many messes fill our days up with stresses and what happens after death is pure conjecture and guesses. Middle class
I'm just a middle class girl just a middle class wife working a middle class job in my middle class life getting squeezed to my knees by those who please and lifes a bitch getting devoured every hour by those with power the filthy rich from middle to lower I go as I'm squeezed out of my share while the men with all the money get all my honey without a care and who will see this death of me not the men with all the cash for those who squeezed will be pleased cuz the middle will be a thing of the past! To baby shea march 18, 1987 written for Laura shea
my days are filled with happy thoughts and future plans of things to do. my nights are filled with happy dreams of what life will be like with you. my soul is filled with special thanks for my bundle of joy from up above. my heart is filled with much emotion because a baby brings so much love. my eyes are filled with tears of joy and wonder of what gender you'll be. my life is filled with so much happiness because of you, the baby inside of me. meg shea CURSED 1984
Cursed is thee And woe is me For can’t you see I’m not meant to be happy For every time The sun starts to shine The hill I climb Gets steeper I find The harder I try I come up shy Unable to fly And I don’t know why I have many tears For all these fears And while I tried I still cried But I tried to show How I know Not to give up Not to give in This curse won’t win I’ve got to escape This hate Forgive fate And just start late And maybe someday They’ll be a way For me to fly And fly real high I don’t know why But I will continue to try For there is too much at stake And this curse will break Happiness will be mine to take And I’ll get to eat my cake On this day The clouds will go away Violins will play Vanishing my fear The sun will appear It will stay It won’t go away That’s when the hill I climb Will get shorter in time And you will see me be Finally happy by meg shea |
