By Bob W Christian

Forgiveness

Have you forgiven those
Who hurt and abused you?
No, never! I hear you cry.
Then they still have control.

Some people will go their whole
Lives never forgiving or letting
Go of their pain; so wrapped up
In their hatred, vengeance, anger.

Causing physical and emotional
Damage to themselves, simply
‘Cause they think that to forgive is
A sign of weakness. I’m telling you

That’s not true. It takes strength,
Wisdom, and courage to choose
A better, enlightened path in life.
Achieving this is relatively simple.

Put yourself in their position.
If their pain, experiences, thoughts
Were yours, would you act any
Differently? I doubt it, if you’re honest.

Remember, ‘Hurt people hurt people’.
The parent who wasn’t there;
The ex who broke you. Free yourself.
Forgiveness begins by letting go.

By Bob W Christian

Love Letter

I wake up to you every morning;
Plant a kiss on your forehead,
Like a letter – a daily reminder
That reads: “I’ve loved you,
From the moment I first saw
Your beautiful smile.” The smile
That left me saying to a deity that
I didn’t quite believe in, that
You’d see… I would be someone
You can believe in forever – until you
Can no longer read my words.

By Bob W Christian

The suffering, cruelty and pain
You cause, again and again.
But the tables will finally turn
On you, three times three.

Shedding light on all your
Actions, while setting me free.
Light begins to fade away,
Darkness is coming through.

Torments you have caused
Tonight come back at you.
I can move forward now;
Karma always works it out.

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By Bob W Christian

On this night, darkness
Is covering the land.
Shadows are rolling out
A supernatural shroud.

Ghosts of memories past,
Wearing masks, playing,
Dancing like the candles
In your Jack o’Lanterns

Under this wet October
Moon, fires burn brightly.
Our skyclad rituals, to
Thank Mother Earth,

With offerings left for
Spirits of the long-since
Departed family and friends…
Loved ones now passed.

Lights guiding the way
Home, for one night of
Laughter and reminiscing,
Until we meet once more.

Blessed Samhain

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By Bob W Christian

People ask me why I read comic books…

It’s the only place
Superheroes exist.
In reality, no one’s
Totally invincible.
We fracture under
Pressure.

I was born human,
I have no super
Strength. Only an
Ability with my
Words to move
Mountains.

I can’t run so fast
That time moves
Backwards. Yet
The first time I held
My daughter, time
Stopped.

To her, I’m faster,
Stronger, than the
Characters found
Inside stories. So
I need to be her
Superhero.

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By Bob W Christian

I’m an alien, desperately
Trying to find somewhere,
That I can call home. A
Place where I belong,

I’m a global citizen, escaping
Across this vast distance.
Abandoned. Orphaned.
Scared and Alone,

Two histories, yet I’m
Abandoned by both.
Trying to find
Some kind of peace.

Misunderstood; feared
By most I meet; never
Truly belonging, but
I’ll always be longing

Homeless; my culture
Scattered among the
Heavens; lost to the
Harshest elements.

My story is a desperate
Warning to all, of tales
Never to be repeated.
Yet they will be.

You may call me refugee,
Alien. In my homeland
I am simply me. Human
Lost. Homeless. Tired.

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By Bob W Christian

A grandparent

The strong foundation
On which we can build
Our loving family home,
To give shelter to our
Future generations

It’s like a museum, where
Treasures – not silver
Or gold – but priceless
Memories and stories are
Safely held within.

The people who I knew
Loved me without ever
Having to say it aloud, are
Now watching over me
As I take my turn.

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Lessons

By Bob W Christian

Stop, be still, hear
The wind; then you
Shall know which
Direction to take.

Connect your feet
To Mother Nature.
Only then will you
Find true balance.

Watch the candles’
Flickering flames.
Then you’ll learn
How to dance again.

Place your hands
In a running stream.
This teaches us how
To go with the flow.

Mother Earth can teach us so many lessons, if we’d just stop and listen.

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By Bob W Christian

What are you supposed to do?
When blood becomes thinner,
Than water; emotions boiling
Over – evaporating into nothing.

When this tree, rooted for
Generations; Its branches
Bending, breaking, unable to
Weather the fiercest storm.

When those you thought had
Your back, now turn their backs.
Your relationship declared DOA
The only thing that you can do is

Walk away, without looking
Back. You’re not going that way.
It just reminds you of where
Your journey began.

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By Bob W Christian

Thank you, Dad. My stepfather.

You showed me unconditional love,
Even ‘though I was someone else’s child.
There’s not a day goes by that I don’t
Remember the lessons you taught me.

You became my North Star in the wilderness
That my life seemed. Your guiding hand
Taught me so much more than what’s right.
You taught me how to be a good man.

You took the time to stand with me,
Believing in me, while stepping up to be
The father you didn’t have to be.
Loving me as if I was your own son.

One day, when you’re gone, I will look up;
See that star, shining, illuminating my path;
While remembering those lessons. Teaching
My grandchildren; you will live on in them.

(c) BobChristianpoetry