Satisfaction

Satisfaction is not mine to find

It seems as though I cannot know

The feeling of contentment.

The pressure, always self-imposed

A trait I wish to lose.

Always feeling less than best

never knowing sweet success.

Comparing is my doing in.

I can’t accept just who I am

When so much else seems better.

I long to give myself approval

To feel as though a jobs well done

To never care what others say,

To be just me, and be okay.

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Cindy Hosea

Little Turtle

Little Turtle, small and slow
where is that you wish to go?


With tiny feet and tiny tail
would you rather a boat to sail?

Much faster would you make your pace

while waves are splashing in your face.

You could rest your legs and wash you shell
and steer your boat with you turtle tail.


You could sail across the ocean blue 
to someplace good and someplace new.


So little turtle small and slow 
where is it that you wish to go?

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Cindy Hosea
2011

night owl

A house of windows dark but one

By choice or fret does sleep evade

The night owls up alone save none

While rest his body must persuade

A race is running through his mind

Of things undone to do

A night owls race is rarely won

For sleep he does not find, tis true.


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Cindy Hosea 
2011

moon glow

Moon glow falls like fairy dust

Its beauty lost on most of us

The quiet nature of the moon

Its unassuming nightly loom

Take notice of its nightly glow

And spy moon fairies flying low.


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Cindy Hosea 
2011

night

When the wood breathes

When the moon shines

When the trees talk

When the wind sings

When sleep evades

When you hear your blood rush

When the clock ticks

When waiting has a sound,

The quiet of the night.


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Cindy Hosea 
2011

If Only

It’s stuck inside of me, the me I wish to be.

It can’t find it’s way out for the fear standing at the door

The fear has no name, I have no idea why it’s there or what it is

I just know it exists.

Sometimes my chest hurts with words bursting to escape

They need to be heard…want to be heard but they are stuck

Trapped underneath…insecurity, self-conscious

How I wish I could find a voice. My voice

Half my life is gone and still I sit

Wanting and wishing to BE – the me that’s stuck

Muddy in the Middle.

Stuck in a cloak of invisibility

I am not noticed

I am not heard.

I have little impact

Fine for a person who doesn’t want to speak, or be heard or have impact.

Not fine for me.

I sit on my if only’s…

If only I had money…

If only I were thin…

If only I were attractive…

If only I were brave, or courageous or self-confident

If only I were ignorant.

If only I didn’t want to experience the world.

If only I didn’t care

If only I didn’t have compassion, for what good is compassion if it’s idle.

If only…


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cindy hosea 
2011