Cup of Tea Poetry

Simply put… You are beautiful. Your life is beautiful. Your soul is breathtaking. Your spirit is radiating. How you love me, Is truly amazing. Your being is awe inspiring. You are my reason.   2015 ®

You are beautiful What “lies” in the mirror blurs See the truth inside

I’m so glad you’re home! So glad to see your face! Can’t wait for your hugs I've been waiting to greet you all day To salute you with my kiss! Hmmm… Everything seems all right with the world now. 2015 ®

I’m in a state of funk right now, you know When I don’t wanna come or go Sit and sulk down in my zone I don’t mean to be rude This is just the vibe I choose...today Don’t bother me with highs and lows I’m neither hot nor cold Tomorrow I’ll be bright and shiny Flying high on life Written by Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2015©

I am addicted to you Lost in survival mode Taking you as needed for pain Taken on an empty heart For immediate relief I ingest you into my soul For complete saturation I need you for full functionality Awaken my brain Alert! High! You are habit forming Don’t give me a remedy I walk the 12 steps that lead back to you   Written by: Melinda Y. Tomlinson 2015 ©

Is it wrong to lie to preserve the provision of sanity? Is it wrong to disguise torment to reveal the overwrought ambitiousness of hope? Is it wrong to hold on to this truth? Though dark and ugly… It’s sacred to me. A costly paradigm that strains the life from me. Sometimes it’s all I have to hold on to. My way of knowing I still have breath.   written by Melinda Y. Tomlinson   ©2015  

I give her permission...   To love herself   Be good to herself   Admire herself   Embrace herself   To know herself   I give my permission   For her to be proud of herself   Renew herself   Rebound herself   Over estimate herself   I give myself permission to   Desire myself   Want my myself    Encourage myself   Be myself   I give me my permission   My permission is golden

For once, I would like to look temptation in her eyes and say "I've defeated you".   For once, just once, at the end of the day, I would like to exhale and know I stayed strong . For once, I would like to stand on the edge of the cliff, look over, and not leap. For once, I would like to embrace my inner win . For once, I don't want to end my day with regret. For once, I want to reach the finish line. For once, I want to see to the end of the test. For once, I want to succeed. For once, I want to think it, see it, then accomplish it. For once, I want to say 'I use to'. For once, I want to 'remember when'. For once, I'd like to reflect back on who I was...and see the difference in who I am   For once, I don't want to wish or hope or wonder , For once, I just want to be .

These eyes of mine... Once veiled by the fog Deceived by the cloak of fear Seduced by the presence of chaos Intimidated by the brutality of defeat Now open to visions of clarity The presence of possibility now in view All things laid ahead of you  Appealing to the hope etched so perfectly in your vision Open wide, my eyes... See the veil of torment and alarm being lifted Open wide, my beautiful eyes... Witness the defense of your Savior as He pleads to our Father Watch in awe, my great eyes As the Father prepares a new vision and offers it to you as a gift These eyes of mine... See that you are beautiful See that your sight has been restored.  Written by: Melinda Y. Tomlinson