Know Your Worth

You can't call her your Queen and hide her...

like a servant.

You can't take A Beautiful Love and strip it's beauty...

with words like "It's just for US".

Love is proud, wonderful, unashamed, it is truly...

a gift.

When Love becomes a secret...

it is shadowed with guilt and the essence of...

Sin.

Forgotten is the Pureness that it was once created from,

Faded becomes the Beauty that shone from within.

A Queen will shine for her King...

as a King will stand proud in the presence of his Queen...

A servant will bow for her King,

as a King summons a servant to hidden Chambers

(if ever in doubt, step back and look at where He has you standing...)

@s.vanderbilt 9.26.2016

Behind the Words

The truth behind the simple phrase...

"I'm fine"
... "please don't ask again, for I'm barely holding this mask in place"...

"Sure, whatever you want"
... "This is your world and I'm feeling like a pawn! "

"It's OK,  I'm not tired at all"
... "by all means...  I mean,  I'm sure if I try hard enough I can stay awake through infinity!!! "

"Whatever"
... "I'm seconds from loosing my manners and telling you what's my Honest thought!!! "

"Nothing"

... "Everything, absolutely Everything... but I'm so afraid if I attempt to breath another word beyond this one... than the flow of tears may just drown me"

and then.. there is the ..

Silence...

For it is in the moments of Silence that the most

Sanity, Pain, Hurt, Anger, Sarcasm, Resentment, Unrequited Love is so often held.

@Susan I Aleem

From Where it is

It's not the name that will tell you
From where it is I came...
For with life passages, life choices
So changes the name.

It won't be told in the amount of,
or in the lack of... prosperity in my life.
For Where it is... isn't valued,
by riches or by might.

If life is lived and deeds done well,
then perhaps in my posterity it shall reflect.
For that is from where it is,
That I learned life to its best.

The greatest giver, never understood.
The value of her giving would be so good.
From where it is that I come from,
The heritage, the strength, the will to be strong.
The legacy that so silently lives on.
Generations will keep pieces of her,
For without a giver... I couldn't give more.


@Susan I Aleem

What Are Pieces

Are they the perfect ones that are waited upon
imagined in the heart and mind...
created to the utmost perfection,
waiting for that 'Perfect" that seems to..
never quit arrive?


Or are the pieces of forever actually
the individual little moments that just slip by
without really thinking, planning or even
Anticipating.
Sometimes.. so quickly there isn't even time
to freeze the moment into pixels.


really...
it's Those Moments
...that make the Pieces...
the forever.


The adorable little grandchild with bouncy little curls,
that somehow no picture ever truly can justify
just how contagious that smile, those curls, that laugh
really is.. those words she so randomly says...
and in reality... she just a piece of a piece of me.


the image the mind beholds as one decides
to hike along a trail so full of natural waterfalls,
the smell, the water, the sounds,
the heartbeat that changes as the trail gets harder and easier...
the choked back tears as the struggle becomes...
almost too hard, but the spirit insists you won't stop.
the mind... the soul... they will forever hold those pieces.


the pieces of fleeting moments a mother gets to see..
the smile, the shared moment with a child who has grown up,
who no longer needs her to nurture, to protect, to guide...
the moments she gets to feel proud of this creation,
the hopes of what forever may have in store for those
pieces..


as time passes and age takes a soul,
fills a life full of memories and lessons,
there comes a point that it sometimes feels like
there might not be room to create many more...
and then it realizes that the bad ones just start to
fade away... find a release and make room ..
room for the appreciation of all that was missed


the memories make room for the pieces to fit..
the pieces that will make up forever...
like what a bird sounds like in the early morning,
the smell of morning dew...
the sounds of happy youth..
and the feel of utter silence.
ahhh.... the wonderful feel of just
Picking up the pieces and appreciating them,
in silence... they are after all.... Forever.


@Susan I Aleem 9.15.16