I am writing alot these days...

Building a Journey


Is our time on earth a journey or simply an existence?
It seems as if some work hard, so very, very hard,
to launch a journey, but end up only with an existence.
These are the people you see sitting on front porches.
Imprisoned in the projects praying for something better.

The woman so full of fight and determination to provide for them.
To provide the things for her family that were her youthful dreams.
Short of selling her soul, she would do anything to give a journey.
Embark her children with pride, self assurance and determination.
Letting then escape the walls and set out to become her hero's.

She rules with a strong hand, but hides her heavy heart.
At night when sleeps comes she is giving her children wings.
The wings of angles, the wings of strength, the wings of deliverance.
The freedom to begin their peronsal journey for fulfillment.
Fulfillment does not always mean success, it means happiness.

One of life's tough lessons is that success doesn not equal happiness.
The best part of the journey is when you finally find that place,
the place where no matter what is is your are doing, you grin ear to ear.
Your heart is filled to capacity with pure joy. The journey your mama started.
She had the insight and strength to life you up, and now you must thank her.


Thank her in a way that can still set her on her journey. She still thinks of it.
She did not lose her dreams of journeys and adventures giving life to yours.
If anything they become stronger, clearer and more of a part of her she must do.
There is no look upon a persons face that is better than a face full of undiluted joy.
If you can ever be the reason for placing that smile on a face, then you started a journey.