Ripple Effect

Ripple Effect

Poem & Artwork by: Emma J. Willden

Poem & Artwork created on January 30,2018

Choices come and go...

laughing and dancing around.

Some made in flight,

some with thought.

Choices do create us,

they lay our foundation.

Created with thought or flight, 

yet created by us.

Each choice made...

ripples around our life.

Each ripple small or large

some reaching far and wide.

We have power to choose.

For our choices are our own.

In the end the ripple goes out...

where it lands, we cannot know.

When you choose in flight,

ripples go out without thought.

Landing in places unknown.

To create laughter or tears.

When chosen with thought,

ripples go out where they go.

Some landing in place,

others find the unknown.

Choices come and go,

they created and shape us.

In the end the ripples go out

where they land we do not know.

© 01/30/2018 Emma J. Willden

Own your Choice

Own your Choice

Poem & Artwork by: Emma J. Willden

Poem & Artwork created on January 28,2018

Life is only what you make it.

Sometimes we only take what we want, 

other times we capture it all.

Life is life, full of trials, ups and downs,

however you are you.

You choose your perspective.

You choose your voice.

You choose your thoughts.

You choose your paths.

No one can choose if you take a seat,

or if you take a stand.

What choice's will I make?

I do not know....

But each choice I make I choose to own.

© 01/28/2018 Emma J. Willden

What Am I . . .

What Am I . . .

Poem & Artwork by : Emma J. Willden

Poem & Artwork created on January 27,2018

Shadows seem to chase me from behind;

as I have been running along.

Never seeing them hiding.

Never seeing them linger.

Not giving them power to darken my sight.

Today I looked back for a glimpse;

allowing that shadow to smile in glee.

A smile that filled my heart with led.

my thoughts with memories,

turning my sight black.

For that second I fell,

landing in a puddle of thoughts.

Thoughts, tears and the past.

Allowing the shadows to grab a hold;

allowing the "what if's" to spiral around.

Tears started to flow down my face.

Unseen, and unfelt falling into the puddle.

As the Shadow's of the past circled around,

each taking glee and pleasure in my pain.

I could feel the "nothing" emotions being to build.

With the "nothing" emotions

I remembered each time.

Each moment that I had ever struggled.

Those few times I lost all I was.

Then I realized, I am not lost.

Gaining courage I looked up,

into the unseen faces around me.

Each pointing, laughing, scorning me.

Each a part of me, each a piece of my past,

however, none who I am today

Getting to my knees, then to my feet,

I watched as one by one,

the shadows lost their forms.

Each transforming into something new.

Looking around I found my hope.

The shadows, hid the truth from my eyes.

I am not a victim, I am not my past,

I am stronger then my memories,

I choose to not focus on the darkness.

I am a survivor...what about you? 

© 01/27/2018 Emma J. Willden