IF December 10, 2008

Life is not, and will never be, a bed of roses. No matter how hard we try to avoid them, obstacles, hindrances, challenges and trials will meet us at an intersection in our lives. Trouble is, they seem to appear at moments when we seem most at ease — they seem to show up at times when we think we have everything ironed out and running well. But that’s life.

I have been through a lot like most people do. The only difference maybe the fact that I am an optimist at heart. I choose to look behind the dark clouds where the sun continues to shine. I choose to believe that I can rise through every pain. Even when I get up scathed, bruised and wounded, what matters is that I have stood up again.

Even when we hurt, the world still goes on and wallowing in our own hurts does not help us solve our problems… even when we hurt, we are still alive and for me, living is all about bouncing back from even the biggest fall.

The poem I write in here today was written ten years ago… back when I was still younger and was hurting for the loss of a person closest to my heart… someone I loved early. But this poem is not for the person who left me but for the man who made believe in love again — my husband.

So, here goes…

IF

If I could sketch your smile

I would

so its brilliance is summed…

brought together in a line

and each enchanting curve

will fit in just fine

to make me remember you,

…remember your smile.

If I could paint your tenderness,

I would

so each careful stroke would mean

a feather-like caress

and in each single palette

is an awesome loveliness

to remind me of you

…of your comforting gentleness

If I could sing the love you give me

I would

so each lyric can tell about

the beauty I now see

and each melody

makes up a captivating harmony

so I’ll remember how you brought back my courage

to risk at LOVE again… with you