A multicultural, non pretentious view of the things learned so far and daily events,sometimes anonymous, that mark our path...only if we dare to have a fresh start. ///Una vista multicultural y sin pretenciones de las cosas aprendidas hasta ahora y de los eventos cotidianos, a veces anonimos, que marcan el camino...solo si nos atrevemos a empezar de cero.
Friday, October 15, 2010
A window of opportunity...a magpie tale
A window of opportunity, that’s all I want, that’s all I need
I am dedicated, I am inspired, but I am hidden in the dark
I don’t have influences, I don’t have power
I just have me, my will… my so-called talent.
Standing here, watching my dreams, sometimes so real
But nothing happens; I’m still invisible, still so deep
Climbing from there, then going back in…waiting so patiently
Day after day, try after try… still no light.
If I could only have one chance, one single day
To show who I am… to let myself shine
Yet I don’t give up; stubborn? Oh yes… that is who I am
As long as I’m alive, hope is by my side.
And then that long awaited day finally arrived
It is open for me; it is finally my time
The window is here… this might be my only chance
To wear my heart on my sleeve, to be myself, to be real.
Because it is honesty what makes me bright
And if I make it, must feel very proud
Because I did it, despite the fact
That my dark side was always there
Playing my conscience, sabotaging my trust
Clouding my judgment, making me feel bad
Wanting to take me back to the bottom
Where there is no escape, no reason to fly.
Until next day, where there is always a chance
To see things differently ...to make it right.
To our own worst enemy…because we all have a dark side.
This is a Magpie tale - Mag 36 - for other Magpie tales click Magpie Tales
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yes we do...and sometimes it is a battle which will step to the forefront...nicely played magpie...smiles.
ReplyDeleteand thanks for the encouragement.
"As long as I'm alive, hope is by my side." What a great image.
ReplyDeleteI didn't even think of it as a "window of opportunity." It's interesting that everyone sees the photo in a different way.
Fabulous! Didn't you comment on my blog once about not really being a poet ~ this was real,rhythmic & powerful...I call that poetry!
ReplyDeleteIt is very lyrical. I like!
ReplyDeletefortune tellers
great take on the theme!
ReplyDeleteHope is what keeps us moving and living!!
awesome Magpie :)
abrazos desde Uruguay
"A window of opportunity, that’s all I want."
ReplyDeleteWhat we all want... :-)
Wonderful. And what a difference a day can make!
ReplyDeleteIndeed we do! Great job with this Magpie.
ReplyDeleteNice work OJ, sometimes we are our own worst enemies and all we need to do is to take a step outside...
ReplyDeleteOh, we do! Excellent piece.
ReplyDeleteYou really do write beautifully, OJ! I'm so happy to know you! :)
ReplyDeleteWow! Lovely Olga. Truly. What sensitive thoughts and what an original take on this magpie.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful peotic words... love the optimistic rhythm throughout, opposing each trial.
ReplyDeleteLovely write.
I followed your link home from my blog - thank you for dropping in to let me know about the award! - and I'm so glad I did. What an inspiring world of words you've created here!
ReplyDeleteThere are days when I'm thankful for the connections I've been able to make through my writing. Today is very much one of those days.
Can't wait to read more.
Hi! I'm glad I popped over from Brain Miller's to read your amazing poem! Windows are special, opening to so much. Lovely analogy.
ReplyDeleteYes, I am constantly chasing my dark side around with a big flashlight. And usually I win!
....hope is by my side :)
ReplyDeleteHope is a choice.
I'm always happy to read you and elevated when I leave. thank YOU
Here's to the next day...and the day after that.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the uplifting poem!
ReplyDeleteobstacles and opportunities seem to go hand in hand -- lovely and inspirational magpie tale.
ReplyDeleteCheers,
joanny
http://thedowsersdaughter.blogspot.com/
Hope springs eternal! Nice poem.
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