After the light

Inside this heart is love unseen
When hope flees
And
Anger proceeds
The dark clouds come out, pouring rain
Everyone, once in a while has to wait to
Shine again.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©630/17

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Locked doors

Emotions within overflow boiling outward.
The girl in blue attempts to discover paths open to her outside her haven of safety. She moves forward several feet to her goals and destinations. Then stops at roadblocks feeling stalled.
Once there, her strong will kicks in, and she knows she shouldn’t give up. With a deep breath, a strand of hope she lifts up her foot kicking at the door in front of her, but it will not open. She cries stumbling backward. Afterward making several more attempts before turning around and walking back the way she came. The defeat is almost too much to bare. She wonders should she ever try again to unlock the door shut to her.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/29/17

Returning to myself…

When tears fall, and I’m stressed out
Everything feels as if it’s
Crumbling between my fingers
It’s then I let go before moving on
with internal resilience
Reminding myself to be strong is to face your fears
In the hope, success will follow.
~Angela K. Crandall.
©6/24/17

 

Thoughts on corruption.

We are not programs you can manipulate like a computer system. Minds still turn even at the wheel of adversity asking why. Computers don’t fight back. Although I wonder if some haven’t accepted the agenda put in front of them. Eating each chip as it breaks souls. It hasn’t changed, the fear they’ve put inside them. They chew it and say I don’t do politics, still, they question why, or blame. It will always affect them even if they choose not to see what is there. Wages, quality of life, choice of care when it comes to a family member with a horrific disease. Still, they eat bliss and suffer. They don’t trust our power in numbers. They say things will never happen, some of them do. Not everyone is the problem. Some of us voice our opinion, only to be put down. When I tell them all I want is for people to have Shelter, food, clothing, a way to get to work and back, not extra’s they agree. Still, they pit those in poverty against one another. Yes, there is some failure in the system, yes, people do use it, but what about those that need it? What about the ones who take, take and take? That are the 1%. Have you ever stopped to think of that?
By
Angela K. Crandall
©6/23/17

A genuine original

Be true to you, even when ignored.

You know your heart.

Still, it’s torture when all you want is love and understanding.

I won’t stop being who I am due to the conflict I create with it.

They break my heart with ignorance if only I could close my eyes forever to live in bliss.

Instead, I keep them open it makes me bleed.

How with all this hate can I be free?

~Angela K. Crandall~

©6/10/17

(First published on Facebook.)

Free from societies chains

Regenerate my heart, reunite my belief in humanity.
Let the light you snuffed out, shine as before.
When variety, added spice instead of resentment.
Love unconditional, passion complex and perspectives were created by the big picture.
Love isn’t hate.
Love understands.
Everyone deserves to be loved.
~Angela K. Crandall~
©6/9/17

I’ve been gone….

 working every day in many ways

I am a wife, writer, non-profit retail worker

A friend to a few

Each day I attempt to take it in 

Not waste a minute

Give and get, then give again

I’m not  free of imperfections

are you?

The cycle of the circle

In 24 hours 

The sun rises and falls

And someday we fall to

How do you want them to recall you?

Will you struggle for your dream? 

Give up something for passion only you can see.  

Then hope when someone opens the book, reads the words, they too will be touched.

It’s why I’ve been away.

And Poetry…

I’ve been writing it, just for another book.

Anticipating that someone will understand what I have to say

If not today perhaps tomorrow, or much later when I’m gone.

Angela K. Crandall

©6/1/17