The Dreams of the Chalk Horse

Carved within the chalk
the sleeping horse dreams of fields
Running through the night


Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 25 April 2019

Transparency

I was raised to be kind,
to treat others with a generosity of spirit as well as with open hands; to use compassion and empathy as guides knowledge, reason, doubt, and observation to determine motivation and accountability.

I learned when to laugh when to smile, and when tears were acceptable both my own alone or in sorrow or joy with others.

I discovered that not all smiling faces are kind and not all stern demeanours are cruel; words and faces lie, learn to read eyes, listen to your heart, and instead of hearing words discern meaning.



Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 9 April 2019

This Time

Change my perspective
Far from where I’ve been before
Who should I be next?

Ronda R. Scott-Marak
© 9 April 2019

Benediction

The whole World is sick in mind, body, spirit, and heart.
Our heads ache, our insides churn, our chests pound, our lungs burn,
and our bodies tremble in exhaustion, trepidation, and fear.

My personal space feels shattered, fragmented, out of sync and out of tune.
Feeling hopeless and overwhelmed, debilitated,
both over and underestimated weighs heavily upon my life; dizzy with shifting thoughts.

Many of us are spent; our energy, our bodies, our thoughts, our futures are drained dry.
Some, like many I know, don’t know how to go forward, but even less have the ability to stop moving.
We keep going nowhere; inertia and apathy stealing our future.

I never expected this life, this time and place, this dreamless nightmare.
I fight my way through the days and nights in the hope of anything better;
because something must be and should be better.

Many have less, fewer things, fewer friends and family, fewer possibilities and more anxiety.
Many have everything, and nothing; no hope, no joy, no chances, no love;
I am not there, not yet and hopefully never, but my luck is traditionally bad.

I know though that I have things for which I’m grateful;
I have shelter, some comforts, good and bad memories, the knowledge that I’ve tried.
Mostly, I am grateful to be alive because last week it wasn’t a certainty; give thanks for small blessings.


Ronda R. Scott-Marak

© 8 April 2019