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.

copywrite 2012

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?

copyright
Cindy Hosea
2011