Me, Marsha Marie

  My Room  by Marsha Marie  my bed, my cloud of peacefulness and escape my desk, with two windows to the world.  my closet, my portal to wardrobes of the past my box of pics, countless memories my laptop, a catalyst of expression my basket of toys and a crib to boot, my grandbaby's day care my swivel rocker chair, a comforting sight with its quirky squeak my file cabinet, documents-documents-documents, a family history in writing my 80's boombox, oh the memories! my large box of 300 markers, pens and pencils - how many does one person need? LOL 😆 my Bangles -book poster hanging high, a gentle reminder of a life long gone my pics of my grandchildren, the truest form of my happiness my mom's high school graduation picture, she is so lovely and young and then there is my personal pharmacy, a crude reminder of my cancer-ridden today ...............God grant me the grace to accept where I am at this time in my life and forgiveness to accept my limitations my room is my s...

  Bushes by Marsha Marie looking thru the branches i feel lost everyday confused of what will happen of where i will belong fruit of passion has dried its last withered pulse fruit of the spirit is all i have left tangled branches engulf my life yet they do not hide me green, yellow, tan and brown like emotions they pass me around can i taste them? can i share them? the thorns are in the way fruit of compassion i see to the left fruit of resistance i see to the right who is the master grower in all of this confusion? why is he not pruning where i need? or is he and i do not see it? the floor is dry  the twigs crackle under pressure yet when i look up i see the light the light that will guide my spirit upwards where i belong