Like Grains of Sand 12/11/2011

Missing the past things,
Like holding sand.
It slips away,
Before we understand.

I miss so much,
All I had.
My life,
It made me glad.

so I reach to touch it,
Memories so true.
Holding the sand,
Is what i do.

Maybe its natural,
To weep for the gone.
Or is it not,
The past too long.

Hold it graps it,
Is it true.
I cant let go,
In all I do.

Things to remind me,
Yes it was real.
Saddness shows it,
And I can feel.

I'm alive yes I am,
When I miss it all ways.
Will miss it,
All of my days.

But like grains,
Of the sand.
I can not keep it,
In my hand.

Holly Johnson @ 2011

Lesson of Letting Go 12/11/2011

A lesson new,
Just let go.
Things in my life,
It is so.

To God to will,
We cant hold on.
Let go now,
Till it is gone.

Disappointments come,
Friends drop me.
It has taken this long,
To finally see.

Thats life it happens,
Crumbling all around my sight.
It might not be natural,
Doesn't feel right.

But to have the peace,
I wish I had.
I must let go,
Even when I'm sad.

Times of trouble,
While I weep.
For things I,
Can no longer keep.

I keep going,
Sailing along.
Letting go,
Till its gone.

I can fight it,
Keep it a while.
Till the next,
Painful mile.

Or as bad comes,
Shrug and say.
It wasnt actually,
Mine anyway.

Holly Johnson @ 2011