Doreen E. Decker's Poetry Page

Travelling the nighttimes wonderments
wondering about all that has been done
questioning if it was all done for the moment
like in a dream....or maybe it was a mistaken reality.

Go beyond the question.
Identify it with who you are....
Are you in the script??

The truth is that of which I seek.
Show me the truth.
I need it!
I have hungered for so many truths
for so very long.

I am tired now.
Weary from the journey....Please comfort me.
Tell me what it was all done for.
Please, tell me it wasn't all for nothing.

~Doreen E. Decker

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And so it has been said many times before....
there is no time but that of which you gingerly
grasp in your fist....any other time not owned
is the time you failed to catch.

Close your eyes and miss all of the things
worth seeing. Close your mind and miss all of the things worth feeling.
Never close your eyes if things become frightening.
Never close the door to your heart even though it may
feel as if it is breaking....
You never realize just how alive you are until that moment.

~Doreen E. Decker

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For all of those times I didn't look back
I still wonder if it would have made a difference.

For all of those times you never ask why
that is one time the truth didn't matter to you.

Sometimes it hurts to grab the bull by the horns.
To take control of your life with a haunting uncertanty.
Never knowing what was left behind during that five
minutes you could have taken to turn around and look
back.
It isn't that the heart is cold or heardened....it is simply
that your heart has already crushed a thousand times, and once, just
once, you have that chance to breathe.

For all of those times that you never put yourself first.
For all of those times you allowed yourself to be enslaved.
For all of those times you couldn't stop the world from spitting
in you face....here is your chance to never look back, never ask why
and to save yourself one more day of agonizing heartache.

~Doreen E. Decker

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Thick green covers the daytime's sky.
Dogs howling and many eyes watching
as grandma lay sick.
Twinkling is a candlelight from accross the room.
So many things left undone. Too much to do.
None of that matters now. A time of rest is at hand for
this traveller of many roads.

Suddenly the front door breaks open.
Every eye turns to look at this intruder.
Emense in stature but merciful in touch.

He speaks roughly but gently....
"Sleep...." And so it was done.
Sleep fell upon the house as he turned to the
room where the ill woman lay dying.
Rough looking....he didn't frighten her at all.
For this man was no stranger.
Looking at her he saw many years and troubles upon her face.
He rubbed her hair that had touched up on
many childrens faces and that had smelled lovely
for so many years. Touching her hands he could
feel love in them...knowing that they had spent much of their time
comforting others and working so hard.
Her eyes told a story of someone that had spent a
long lifetime seeing so many things that only take
a lifetime to see.

With a wisper came silence.
With a hush the sky turned blue.
The candlelight became dimb until there was
no light at all.

~ Doreen E Decker

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Feeling pain and anguish
from the depths of my soul
to the tip of my nose.

When is enough, enough?

Ever feel that ball in the pit
of your stomache? It's like you're
a volcano and you're going to
errupt.
But....all you can do is cry.
Just cry...
Slump to the floor helplessly....
feeling your mind and emotions die.

What happens when you can't take anymore?
Do you disolve or evaporate?
It feels as though it could happen.
We will just disappear without a trace.
But who will remember that last smile
once seen upon our face?
When it is too late will they finally
admit they were wrong??
(shrugs)
All there is left to say is hello's
and goodbyes in one lifetime.
That's all there is anytime for.
(sighs)
And....(ponders with a smerk)many,
many regrets.

~ Doreen E. Decker

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Passing through my mind like a shimmering dream.
That image has been there a million times.
And still....waking to empty arms.

How can a dream be lost when it becomes
a part of your soul.
A constant reminder on your lips.
A soft, subtle touch at your finger tips.

Love has found no sight or sound
in the aftermath.
Only an empty ditch of tears and discomfort.
Empty arms.
These deserted and endless roads have been
traveled.
A heart has been searched.
Every piece of dirt shoveled.
Still, the treasure,
the smile on my face, the most glorious laugh ever felt,
exstacy, and sweet dreams,
all mine,
remains in the hands of the thief who stole them.

Where are you, the joys of my heart?

~ Doreen E. Decker

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long ago
in a time when we all had dreams.
When the sun would shine
Flowers bloomed
and you could always find a reason
to smile.

Slowly things become jaded
when love begins to hurt.
When being alive begins to hurt.

You said you loved me.
Do you remember saying that you
loved me?

We drift apart.
The distance between....
what was once warm and amazing.

Fear is why I run.
Pain can make us afraid to feel.

As a flower wilts,
snow also melts.
Sometimes our tears turn dry.
....and then who do we become?

I must go.
Leaving this place I surrender all
I had with you
at the door.
I will ask for no more from you.
Regret and bittersweet memories will
occupy thoughts of you.
....And yes, I will think of you
from time to time.
Moments when I am alone.
I may cry....but atleast I am free.
I am free.

~ Doreen E. Decker