*Just needed to repost this today. Been thinking of my grandfather and his patriotism. He was my hero and loved this country more than anybody else I’ve ever known. He gave me my love for the United States of America and taught me to never say an ill word about our country. I love you so much grandpa. You were a rare gem in this world and will never be forgotten by me and all who knew you. May you rest in peace today and always.
I stepped away, left the beaten path, and traversed my own way to find my way. It wasn’t easy, and I’m still not quite there, but the decision to take a different course has enabled me to leave behind everyone and everything that was steering me towards that dreadful rocky road, the one we all sometimes face. It was lucky for me that somehow in my heart, I knew I was going nowhere. I remember peril, urging me on from that tempting horizon, and it was so hard to say no. But now, after walking away from where troubled waters sloshed at my feet, I see peace, at last, urging me on, guiding me towards the finish line. Of course, now It’s up to me to regain my bearings and finally go after what I’ve been seeking all along. And if I can do all that, I might just have done all that I was meant to do.
Turn this page over See what’s behind In-between the creases I cannot hide You’ll see my reality The truth that I face The depth of my desires I dare not taste Each sweeter than honey These visions I explore Yet locked in silence Behind forbidden’s door
I miss my America, the land of the free and the home of the brave. Every day I see sadness, war beaten faces from battlefields, found in my own backyard. We used to be one nation united under God. We were indivisible with liberty and practiced justice for all. But how many people even remember our nation’s promised pledge. The allegiance we swore to the flag of our forefathers, is a promise we failed to keep. The roots of our republic have somehow been forgotten and the turmoil caused from present day happenings has torn the unity straight from our hearts. It’s a dishonor to our nation, but even more so a disgrace to our God. Freedom of speech never gave us the right to ruin what our brave forefathers fought to defend.
I keep trying to forget the past. To leave all the hurts buried deep on that old, empty road. The place where I was deserted, left choking on remorse. But everybody wants answers, and nobody understands that I can’t breathe. And when I’m forced back on that road, I can’t heal or even catch my breath. The air over there is stifling. And so many broken dreams are still dangling in the wind. I can’t keep reaching out, grasping hopelessly at those lifeless strands. So please, I’m begging you, let’s just leave the past to live where it died. Or else this life won’t be worth living at all.
He lingers nearby On the edge of the page The page we’re still writing Where love continues to blossom Unfolding ever so delicately And he’s mesmerized By the mind-boggling splendor His eyes so bright Enthusiastically consumed With the miraculous happenings Of what he observes And he stays a little longer Leaning in for a closer view Lingering in the loveliness Of our imperishable page So beautifully written Full of all the days we’ve shared Memories of us And the many years we’ve loved