Letting Go

 

Letting go can be hard...

Things we hold onto

that aren't necessarily healthy for us,

yet it is the familiar.

Reaching out and

opening our eyes

to what can be...

reaching out to grasp

the golden ring

that seems out of our grip.

We take a baby step and stumble

but we get back up again

until we are able to master

the steps confidently...

until we are able to run free...

Letting go seems so hard at first

because it is a risk,

and a risk feels scary

and a risk means change

and with change comes fear.

But if we can get over the fear

the way becomes clear

and once we are able to let go

we wonder why we resisted in the first place.

Change is never easy

But then again

nothing ever worth it ever is.

Letting go takes courage

and changing means new beginnings.

Open your eyes

and let your soul run free...

 

 

PolarB ;)

 

Loving

Golden hair

Moist Lips

Slight Moans

Smooth Curves

Satiny Liquid

Velvet Sweetness

Tremors of Love

Glistening Sweat

Bodies Intermingled

Women loving women

 

 

PolarB ;)

 

Happy Valentines Day

a few days early!

 

Love you all-

PolarB ;)

Freebird

 

High upon a mountain top,

wind blowing through my hair,

I feel a sense of freedom

caressed by gentle air.

I imagine a great white bird

taking flight into the sky,

soaring high above the clouds,

spread it's wings and fly.

Nothing to fret or worry about

just drifting and flying free...

I made a wish upon a star

and wished that bird was me.

Deep inside within my soul

there's a small place in my heart

that wants to be that freebird

soaring high and set apart

from life's everyday worries

and things that hold me back.

I 'd like to take the chance

spread my wings and not look back

soaring through the clear blue skies,

flying high and flying free,

I want to be that freebird,

be all that I can be.

 

 

PolarB ;)

The Healing Time

Spinning like a top out of control,

Your world comes tumbling down.

You have the power to change it,

but the struggle is long and hard.

You strive endlessly trying to stop the madness,

to put the top back on your head and rid your soul

of the horrible memories that refuse to go away.

The pain is great and the scars are deep.

They will take a lifetime to heal, but there is hope.

The abuse has stopped and you only have to

free yourself from the endless torture.

There is an end, and soon you will be free

to live and not be afraid of him anymore.

You are safe now. He is gone.

It is the healing time.

 

 

This was the very first poem I wrote when I started my journey in 1992.

PolarB ;)