Benjamin Mee said
It only takes
20 seconds of insane courage
For something
Great
To happen
Insane courage
Roars
Loudly
In me
If Only
For 20 seconds
20 seconds
Of momentum
That leads
To a path
Which twists into
A journey
That creates
Change
Growth
Challenges
And
Opportunities
Insane courage
To fight fear
Fight failure
Workout alone
Fly
Pick up the pen
To write again
20 seconds of insane courage
To start a new job
Believe that ANYTHING
Is possible
20 seconds of
Insane courage
To dance
On a roof top
To sumo squat
On a tire
With a 30# weight
Or jog around
The entire strip
Mall
Fighting that inner voice
Saying you can’t
I can
And I did
20 seconds of insane courage
To believe her words
You
Will
When
You
Are
Ready
Courage
It only take 20
Seconds
Author: JJ Taylor
Unabashedly
Unabashedly I shared
my wants
my needs
my desires
my dreams
my hopes
my goals
I haven’t dreamed
in a long, long time
but a spark
lit a fuse
that inspired
again
I want to be
wanted
sought after
cared for
unwaivering
unquestioningly
supported
honesty
candor
not taken for granted
laugh
never want to feel
unwanted
or ashamed
of who I am
or exhausted
in trying
to make
something work
easy
effortless
synchronized
partners-in-crime
shameless
loved
like a snack
you just can’t
get enough of
no judgments
no impatience
work hard
play hard
touch often
inspire each other
push & pull
trust
a welcome space
and place
rest
time is now
to speak your mind
share your heart
your all
and never look back
only forward
unabashedly
Step
I see you
I know you
Every piece and part
I’m tired
Of always being the strong one
Hives
Everywhere
I have to get out
Of my head
You need to try
If
You
Can
Hope whispers
And goes
Like a vapor
We’re both left
Disappointed
I step
I’m tired
Of being the only one stepping
So
Now what
You here
Me there
I see you
Stepping
If I stop
I’m afraid of my own
Thoughts
Step
Stepping
Ironic
That my feet
Literally
Keep breaking
New beginnings
Step
Choices
Good
Bad
Let’s do this
The merry go round
Of life
Stepping
How long can we keep repeating
This same stepping?
Our past
Predicts
Our future
Is this
What our future
Looks like?
Step
JJ McCreary
6/25/17
You Died On A Sunday
You passed away on a Sunday.
I couldn’t cry because my focus was your granddaughter
Who sobbed in my arms, unable to comprehend that you were really gone
No more
“You little rascal”
“Barking Spiders”
“Hi honey”
“Bye honey”
No more silly faces and inappropriate jokes
I loved your beard as a little girl…would rub my hand over your chin
And giggle
I’ll never touch that chin again
I wasn’t there
In the end
I died inside, not being there…for you, for me
Regret
Emotions that seem useless, but brew, bake and grow within me
Rage
Tears
Lost
I sat for days in a daze
Curled in a ball, I heard your voice, “Hi honey” over and over again
What was comforting became torture
Was I the daughter that I should have been?
Could have been?
For the first time in years I looked at myself in the mirror
Really looked
Deep in my own eyes
I am accountable
I should have been more
Of a daughter
Your only daughter
I see myself now; in this mirror… really see myself
Inside, outside
I stayed away from you
Due to differences of opinion
Severe sadness
Who does that?
I did
I missed out…on you. My father I loved dearly
I’m sorry I didn’t try harder
I was wrong
Both of us so stubborn
Let’s move on, but we can’t now can we?
You died
You’re gone
In the mirror I look
I really look
I can change
Inside
Outside
I forgive
I forgive you
I forgive myself
I let go
Of these emotions
That I have allowed to batter and beat me
For months
For years
I give these emotions away…
I tried to handle it on my own
And I can’t anymore…
This is yours to handle
No longer mine
I will miss you Dad
I will grieve
I will remember…
Our laughter
Our pranks
Old English spin that I never got quite right
Your sparkling eyes
Mischievous grin
Your joy when you saw your granddaughter born
When you held her, you held your breath
Our two Hal’s, two peas in a pod
Same dark eyes, same toes
Black licorice ice cream
Pistachios
Dugway
Hikes
Redwood trees
Margaritas and chips
Cheese and crackers
Shrimp
Gathering with friends
Joy
The fearless way you walked
The fearless way you talked
Your quiet observations
Havalina hunting
Love
You passed away on a Sunday…
I will never be the same again.
Who Told You To Be Strong?
Born a fighter
A survivor
A stranger, head tilted
Eyes perplexed asked,
“Who told you
Since you were little
You had to be strong?”
Everyone
Seven brothers
Tackle football, concussions
Shake-it off, be strong
Twelve years old…decided to leave home
For a boarding school
Early decisions, strong decisions
Graduated high school at sixteen
Wonder woman?
Super girl?
Dedicated, focused
Enough was never enough
Stay strong
Be self-sufficient
Rely on yourself
Be strong, live strong
Here I am
Breakable
Back burner…everything
Must keep stepping
Stepping shows strength
No tears, shake it off
But some days I wilt
Tired of the grind
Of the stepping
I’m different
Unique
Purposeful
When do I stop being strong?
I can’t breathe
I just want to breathe…
A loner? A fighter? A survivor?
I use to view life as ‘One day when’, ‘I’ll be good when’…
Not anymore
In my now
Right here
So let’s stop stepping
And deal with the mess
Embrace the now & all it comes with
Cry, write, discuss, pray, breathe
Repeat
Now
Not one day when
He asked the question… a stranger
“Who told you since
you were little you
had to be strong?”
Everyone
But not
Right NOW
A Thousand Scrolling Faces
I sat and watched thousands of faces
Scroll in memory of them
They were young
They were old
They held their babies in their arms
They held each other
We watched and I wondered
What brought you to this place?
What heartache?
What pain?
What tragedy?
The smiling faces staring back at me don’t help me understand.
We gather, standing, holding our breath
Waiting for our loved ones face to come on the screen.
They’re gone
They are not coming back to us
To hold
To cherish in our arms
To watch their children grow
We are the ones left waiting
Wanting more for those smiling in the scrolling pictures than they wanted for themselves
I’m broken
I want to know their story
I want to know why
And then I see her
Holding her breath
Camera poised
To catch a glimpse of her son
Anxious
He can’t be missed
Never forgotten
None of them ever will be
The tears come for what we wish could have been
What should have been
Heroin destroys families
Hold on to hope
Get help
We love you
We miss you
“All I wanna do is make a difference, some way, somehow….maybe create a few smiles in the process.”
Christopher Holland 10/16/85- 3/7/2016
Hibiscus Girl
Hibiscus Girl
Radiant sunlight
Strawberry blonde hair glowing in the sun
Hot pink cheeks in the Florida sun
Humid, sticky
Run & run, play & run
Laughing
Aussies nipping
Birds chirping
Beautiful hibiscus flowers
Yellow
Hot Pink
Red
Dainty fingers choose hot pink
Huge grin
Proud moment
Outstretched hand
Hot pink hibiscus, plucked before me
Sparkling eyes, love brimming
Memories created & flash
Off again
There she goes
Aussies barking
Poop on shoes
Hibiscus flower tucked in
Strawberry blonde hair glowing in the sun
Jeni McCreary
She was only 69
She was only 69
Blue eyes, button nose
Cute as the dickens
Cancer an unnecessary end
To a life that was precious
and beautiful
She saw the potential in anyone
And anything
“Fake it until you make it”
“Let go & let God”
“You can do ANYTHING you set your mind to”
“You are a King’s kid”
Were all common mantra’s growing up
Painting & art were her stories on canvas
Unique & flamboyant
Orange- was her favorite color
Radiant like the sun
Particular
Everything “Just So”
A place
A space
5 were better than 1…. in anything
OCD
Sloppy Wet Kisses
Long Naps
Snuggled up reading books
Fiercely loyal
Perfect hair, Perfect makeup
Turtlenecks & PJs- her favorite things
Tucking my hair behind my ear
Back rubs
Her sneeze
The best laugh you’ve EVER heard
Oh my God, how I miss her
But she’s with you now
Pain free
Dancing with her Savior
Ravaged by cancer too young
She left us on a Monday
Holding my brother’s hand
She was only 69
Blue eyes & a button nose
She was mine & I miss her
Keep her safe God
Until I see her again
*In honor of my Mama, Christene Smith Kulze. 11/27/1944 – 8/5/2013
Not Untouchable
My first published poem
Titled, ‘Untouchable Rose’
Created for the life you led
And here I am today
Looking at beautiful roses
Dying & wilting
You’ve been untouchable
For almost 5 years now
I can’t see you
I miss you
I need you
Everyone needs their Mom
Regardless of age
And time
Ugly cried
All the way home
Hard workout
Triggered repressed
Grief
Grief in missing you
Grief in my now
Grief for a future
That feels fuzzy
I’m sorry for judging
For not understanding
I get that you did
The best you could
I wish I could hear
Your voice
Listen to that laugh
That was so uniquely
Yours
I heard your voice today
So clearly
“Honey…you will when you’re ready”
You always believed in me
My dreams
My hopes
My writing
My forever champion
How I miss you
You were never
An untouchable rose
I just didn’t get it
Like I get it now
I see your beauty
Everywhere
I smell the wilting roses
And cry

Small
Crashing waves
Sunrise
Sunlight splinters and winks
A warm hello
Puffy foam floats on shore
Kids scream in the ocean
Bliss
Sand pipers scamper
Fisherman making use
Of the first day light
How small we are
In comparison to this
Roaring ocean
Salt air enveloping a warm hug
Seashells wink and hideaway
The horizon is hazy
But soon
The sun will brighten the day
And light the way
Beckoning your future
But don’t forget to love
Your now
Not just your one-day when
The ocean roars on
Jeni McCreary