Lost
Forever moving
Can’t see anything
Don’t know my way
When does it finally change
When I see things crystal clear
When life feels so right
When smiles are natural
When I like myself
I will wait
Continue on
Lost
Terry Shepherd
01//3/2015
Isn’t it Possible
What can make you feel loved?
A new baby?
A little puppy?
A mate by your side?
How can we be accepted?
More money in the bank?
A new car?
Many friends?
Isn’t it possible
That you are already there?
Making your mark
Standing concrete
But don’t see it?
Isn’t it possible
That others think
Of you often
That you are
Already admired
And respected?
Isn’t it possible
That the problem
Isn’t it Possible
What can make you feel loved?
A new baby?
A little puppy?
A mate by your side?
How can we be accepted?
More money in the bank?
A new car?
Many friends?
Isn’t it possible
That you are already there?
Making your mark
Standing concrete
But don’t see it?
Isn’t it possible
That others think
Of you often
That you are
Already admired
And respected?
Isn’t it possible
That the problem
Lies from within?
Open your eyes
Get down on your knees
Give thanks to above
For you are
Exactly who
God hath made.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
06.27.2014
Recognize
If you have been through
Or felt what I have
Then you will be able
To recognize
I tended to hear
Only the loud and clear
But then I heard a soft voice
And I recognized
That loud doesn’t mean right
And I can turn an ear
I can dry up the tears
Because I recognized
As I was told many times before
The words that are said
Aren’t for me to belive
Now I recognize
A lift of my feelings
A heart…
Recognize
If you have been through
Or felt what I have
Then you will be able
To recognize
I tended to hear
Only the loud and clear
But then I heard a soft voice
And I recognized
That loud doesn’t mean right
And I can turn an ear
I can dry up the tears
Because I recognized
As I was told many times before
The words that are said
Aren’t for me to believe
Now I recognize
A lift of my feelings
A heart beating strong
I will fight for my life
Because he made
Me recognize.
Dedicated to R. W.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
06.20.2014
For the first time since I have been writing my brain is numb. I have no ideas. I feel like I have nothing to say. I have learned that I have a bigger audience reading my blog and feel a little like a rubber band has been placed around my head. Thoughts I used to place down on white background I now stop and consider if it may be taken wrong or should I write about it at all.
I imagine you at one…
For the first time since I have been writing my brain is numb. I have no ideas. I feel like I have nothing to say. I have learned that I have a bigger audience reading my blog and feel a little like a rubber band has been placed around my head. Thoughts I used to place down on white background I now stop and consider if it may be taken wrong or should I write about it at all.
I imagine you at one point have had comments from maybe friends or family about something you wrote. My thoughts are taken from my own being. Many times what I write are my views only. It has been hard realizing that some things I write may be taken out of context or viewed in a different light.
One of the best things I have always enjoyed about my own writing is it is original. I didn’t copy or hear someone say something and build that one comment into a large, top headline news article.
I have been contemplating on moving. I have been stressing about my car which drives like crap on the winter roads. I am still dealing with the loss of my brother. I have days where I am doing pretty good and even have times where I laugh so hard, and then I have times where I feel like I have no reason to exist.
I have days of hope that I will get a job soon, and then other days I look at life as no one even gives a hoot whether I survive or not. I know this is not true. I am aware that I have family who loves me and many online friends and even some new gal pals.
I don’t understand me a lot of days anymore. Where did the constant laughter go? How can I stand in the middle of this big, blue marble and feel so alone? There are thousands of people who really are alone. Living on the streets, under bridges, sleeping on a stranger’s cot at nights, and yet here I feel awkward, like I don’t fit in anymore.
I feel like the little dentist on the Christmas story of misfit toys. I do digging of my heart. I see Jesus carrying his own cross all alone and I think wow, how blessed I am that the only cross I have to bear is my self-made cross built on fear, worry and senselessness.
I guess I have to admit I have been the biggest guest at my own pity party but don’t know how to stay hidden from the invitation to join. I admire so many but there is one gal named Ute that I have always looked up to.
She is positive about every day. She finds the good in it. She doesn’t whine to her readers. I can see the good but I feel like I am looking through tall trees with full leaves and so it is easy to shy away and fall back into my own spider web.
I just don’t know what to do anymore and I half-heartedly pray for answers, almost fully believing the prayers will not be answered. I have become someone I am not proud of and I hope like crazy it is just temporary due to the loss of my brother.
I need a shining star to blind me so I will turn my head away from my fears of the unknown. That is so ridiculous to think that way. I don’t need anything. I need to see that I am so lucky to have this chance to live today.
Well I will quit rambling on, I have said enough and yet I have said nothing. I don’t know what I want or need anymore. Half the time I don’t even know who I am. I will rely on the idea that in time this too shall pass.
_Picture it & Write/ Ermiliablog
Scary isn’t it, the thought of being left here all alone. No one to talk to, only the voices in…
Scary isn’t it, the thought of being left here all alone. No one to talk to, only the voices in your mind responding back to you.
Hidden a way from the rest of the world. No telephones, no modern technology. What will you eat? Where will you go to purchase it? No drop through drive inns. No formal restaurants to dine in.
How will you hide your nakedness? Can you take a quick run to Macy’s or Wal-Mart? This can be a mortifying thought. The media have taught us we are not good enough the way we are. We must find the right style, the right brand name in order to walk out of our doors comfortably.
Would you and I give up and run and hide in some forsaken corner? Would we just rest our heads against our arms and weep into our own skin? Would we just give up and die?
Or could it be a beneficial time for us. Would spending a few days alone cause us to take our mind off of the world, and what it has taught us to take a better look at who we are?
Do you know who you are? Do you understand your purpose of having this short time here on earth? Why were we born? What are we supposed to be doing while we are visiting here on earth?
For me, getting a way from the hustle and bustle for only a short time could only improve the person I am. I may go into a bit of frantic for the first few hours. I may even throw myself a big pity party.
But with time I would have no other choice unless you think death is a choice, but to look at me. What am I capable of? Is there a learning experience I haven’t seen before?
The imagination that has been put on hold while we live with microwaves, boxed foods, fast cars, cell phones and computers, would have to be put back to work. Remember when we were children? Of course you do. Those are some of our happiest memories, or at least I hope they are.
We played Mommy with our babies. We took them for walks in their strollers. We had tea with them. We asked and answered our own questions. The imagination is a marvelous tool that we have let lay by the road side.
We would figure out how to eat. None of us really want to die, we just want to escape. Therefore we would learn how to go back and eat like Adam and Eve did. We would clothe ourselves from what nature provides us.
We would start asking ourselves questions and we would study until we came up with the answers. We would be able to determine what we liked and didn’t like about ourselves and change what we could.
For those of us who carry a little extra weight, I am sure we would lose it quite quickly due to not eating starches and sugars. We would walk more, we would once again become healthy as we were born.
We would come in touch and focus on why we were brought here to live. We would figure out what our natural talents are. We would discover that in the end we are magnificent creatures. We wouldn’t need the approval of friends, and magazines plus the media to accept ourselves.
I actually believe we each would benefit in many ways, living in this mysterious, hidden place a way from all humans. Think about it my friends. Are you and I wrapped up in the advertising world? Do we need to step back, be by ourselves, take a break and rediscover who we are?
Who I am 