Holding on

Posted by Tricia Douglas on February 3, 2011 at 9:50 PM Comments comments (0)

Grasping that last thread,

Trying to hold on.

The once strong rope has unraveled,

Yet holding to what is left.



Watching, crying,

Trying to hold on.

As the thread frays,

Knowing it wont be long.



Falling, screaming,

Yet still holding on.

To a frayed broken string,

That once was a strong rope.



Letting go of what’s left,

Knowing it wasn’t meant to be.

Nothing left to even grasp,

Wondering what may now be.




Not an end but a chance for a new begining

Posted by Tricia Douglas on October 9, 2010 at 9:30 PM Comments comments (1)

The leaves must fall

The trees go bare

The cold dark days set in

Soon winter is everywhere


Suddenly new buds on the naked limbs

As the warmth comes in

Trees and flowers in beautiful bloom

Where there was nothing, new life appears





What may seem like an end, May just be a chance for a new begining. New life where the old has died

It may seem like there is no hope but around the corner of that cold dark spell in your life may be that bud forming to start anew. Just remember the darkest hour is just before the morning


The Mask

Posted by Tricia Douglas on June 9, 2010 at 7:21 PM Comments comments (0)

Pretending to be,

What others expect of me.

Trying my best to fit in,

And others approval win.


Hating what I have become,

Hiding behind this mask I have put on.

Yet so hard to remove,

Knowing others wouldn't approve.


Wanting at times to just run,

Go to where I know no one.

To where I can be free,

And learn to just be me.


But for now I continue to hide,

With a smile to cover what inside.

So no one can ever see,

What has become of me.



The Avalanche

Posted by Tricia Douglas on April 17, 2010 at 12:23 AM Comments comments (0)

The Avalanche


It starts small, snow sliding down a hill

More snow is taken in and it gets bigger

Soon small trees are snapped from the base

The damage gets greater


Soon bigger trees even houses are taken in

Destroyed in such short time

Skiers are caught up before they can get away

At the base of the mountain one can see damage so great


What started off so small.

Not much to the eye

Soon took a life of its own

And look at the damage done.



The vase

Posted by Tricia Douglas on January 16, 2010 at 12:41 AM Comments comments (0)


She bends down to pick up,

The pieces big and small.

The vase she once treasured ,

Now shattered in the fall.


On the table she places,

The pieces with care.

In attempt to mend,

This vase so rare.


Yet she soon finds,

It will never be.

The vase she once loved,

So nice and neat.


It now is cracked,

Broken and shattered.

Pieces are missing,

It looks all battered.


Once set on the table,

All shinny and new.

Is now placed in a cabinet,

Hidden from view.



The path

Posted by Tricia Douglas on January 12, 2010 at 1:44 PM Comments comments (1)

The path is clear,

I can now see.

As I trek forward,

To my destiny.


The brush thickens,

The weeds grow tall.

The path though not so clear,

Yet I still follow.


Its getting darker,

As the sun hides her face.

The light of the moon though dim,

Guides me on my way.


It grows late,

The clouds hide the moon.

Though I now can not see,

I continue on my trek.


The sun starts to rise,

And with the dawn of the day.

I look around to see,

I have completely lost my way.


I search and search,

But can no longer see.

This path though once so clear,

Now its hidden from me.


So now as I trek,

Making a path of my own.

Maybe one day it will cross ,

The path I need to be on .




Posted by Tricia Douglas on January 9, 2010 at 2:14 PM Comments comments (1)

People all around,

yet still alone.

Afraid to open up,

and show whats inside.

Will people hate me,

or think me odd.

Will they even notice,

Wil they even care.

Why do I even worry,

about others think.

Why not just learn ,

to live and let things be.

This life is so short,

our end will at some time come.

And on that day,

we only have to answer to one.



Posted by Tricia Douglas on October 13, 2009 at 12:48 AM Comments comments (0)

Searching for answers,

That seem so far away.

Wading through the fears,

Looking for the light of day.


Will the day ever come,

Will things ever be more clear.

Will even one ray of sun,

Out of the clouds appear.



Crying on the inside

Posted by Tricia Douglas on October 13, 2009 at 12:43 AM Comments comments (0)

Crying on the inside,

on the outsise i shed so few tears.

I wish I could just go hide,

is the end of this battle near.


My heart aches to see the day,

That I am free to live again.

That I can stand and say,

I have come through and I win.


Will that day ever come

or will I always live in dread and fear

Is to hope just being dumb

will there be an end to the tears.



Outside Looking In

Posted by Tricia Douglas on October 13, 2009 at 12:38 AM Comments comments (0)


Standing on the outside,

at the window looking in.

Longing to be on the inside,

wondering what could have been.


The doors shut and locked.

the windows fastened down.

Once again I knocked.

and again no answer I found.


I could see them through the window,

looking so happy and free.

Where they were I longed to go,

but would they even want me.



My once clean garment now stained and tore,

my heart heavy and broke.

As I walk away as many times before,

Wondering why I even go.