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 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.