Letting Go of Cockatoo Dreams
Everyone seems to be on a journey to find themselves.
And yet.......here we are.
So busy pleasing others.
Reaching out for ......the elusive self.
Pushing down our needs.
Giving out seeds.
Seeds sown.....to others who have grown.
Past our self-sacrifice to parts unknown.
And yet.....here we are.
Waiting on the harvest.
Heart in hand, thoughts afar to times past
When we toiled.....to see a harvest at last.
Everyone seems to be on a journey to find themselves.
And yet....here we are.
~Debbie Turner Chavers
I have written some of my thoughts as poetry at different times in my life. This poem and others are in my journal titled "Letting Go of Cockatoo Dreams".
And yet.......here we are.
So busy pleasing others.
Reaching out for ......the elusive self.
Pushing down our needs.
Giving out seeds.
Seeds sown.....to others who have grown.
Past our self-sacrifice to parts unknown.
And yet.....here we are.
Waiting on the harvest.
Heart in hand, thoughts afar to times past
When we toiled.....to see a harvest at last.
Everyone seems to be on a journey to find themselves.
And yet....here we are.
~Debbie Turner Chavers
I have written some of my thoughts as poetry at different times in my life. This poem and others are in my journal titled "Letting Go of Cockatoo Dreams".
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