The Pen Session...

On my way to the 9 to 5

Thinking of a poem to pen

Into existence

Influenced by the rain drops

That fall upon me

Thinking of the direction to let my

Imagination flow

Or should I just follow

Wherever the moment takes me

Placing my pen on the paper

Waiting for the creativity to take hold

And guide me into the abyss

That encompasses my mind, my heart, and my soul

Awaiting the discovery of a new masterpiece

To take shape into something great

Come

Flow

With me and let's see where

My pen

Will

Lead me...

~Adiva Williams

Improvement Comes In Time...

Faced with a life changing situation

Dealing with the adaptation of a new life...

Things change

Routine becomes unroutine

Sporadic moments become non-existent

With added duties, responsibilities

Spoken and expected

Never enough time to cater to everything

But in a continual win/win lose/lose battle

Winning in this on one day

But losing it all on another

Fighting internally to cope with change

Struggling mentally to stay sane

Praying spritually for the improvement

Trying to find consistency in one's own rebuilding

Rebuilding hoping to renovate for something new

A renewed spirit, enthusiasm

For all things loved

Love, intimacy, sex, affection

Lack of is affecting everything else

To the point that improvement is not enough

A total remodeling is requested

Being asked to revamp you

Not really wanting the old you

But a better you

A you that even you would be proud to call...

ME

Me, mine, my

Improvement is taking time

The time needed to complete

The transformation of

ME!

~Adiva Williams

My Reflection...

She's my biggest fan & my worst critic

She critiques with brutal honesty even when I don't want to hear it

She recognizes my perfect imperfections

And compliments me even in my flaws

She always has my back

And pushes me to do my very best

To pursue & achieve every life test

Whether I'm slightly thin or slightly overweight

She knows & believes in me

I can talk to her without any interruptions

No being judgmental or talking down to me

Just reminding me that

I'm okay & imperfectly perfect as I can be

See she is I & I am she

I know everythng is okay

When I see her staring back at me......

My Reflection

~Adiva Williams

Fake...

It use to bother me

When those so-called 'friends' would stab me in the back

Busy back-biting against me

Instead of having my back

Knowingly betraying my trust

In hopes of gaining trust of another

Another person for them to get next to

Until they have used them all up

And are no longer beneficial for them to stick around

Benefitting off the pain given

Never giving of their true self to anyone

Not even their self

Thoughts of the betrayal

Hurts more than one could ever imagine

Betraying one's trust

Is the ultimate means of destruction

Destroying any hopes of befriending the next person

Person showing a genuine interest in your well-being

Trying to be the friend that you have seeked

Been seeking & searching for

But never could get the choice right

Rightly choosing is harder than you think

You ponder on it

You should pray on it

Let it find you, seek you out

When it does no longer will you

Have to shed tears over phoniness

But cry tears of joy over genuineness

~Adiva Williams