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Our own best friend!

MK Photography

People
Part of our lives
Making it easy or hard
Walking with us on the path
Cheering us up when we feel down

People
Lights on the way
When hours are tough
And our hearts know nothing but chaos
Ears open to mend the broken pieces

People
We tend to give them our power
Feel lonely when alone
We may want them to give us more
To be different so they can match our list of expectations

People are part of our lives
They don’t make it
They are part of the deal
But our happiness doesn’t depend on them

We are the true masters of our own life
People can add to it
But if we don’t become our own best friend
People will never make it for the loss

All start and finish within
People are our in-between

Focus

I believe in something greater
That the sum of our daily
Messy, crazy thoughts

Sometime  I feel trapped
In something I don’t own
A memory
Or the feeling that something
Is not right

People come and go
They imagine
Me
They don’t read between the lines
But outside the paradoxe of their own lives

I try to hide
But it’s too late
I made the first step
And then it’s hard to come back
To where I stand
Before the crack of dawn

I believe in something greater
But I am not ready for the ride
No vision of what’s ahead
Makes me shiver with fright

I need to stay focus
My two feet on the ground
For sending the wrong message
My apologies

Over anger

Copyright Marie Kléber

She thinks she’s right
Getting, at least, to the bottom of it

But then realizing that she is missing something
There’s no confort in knowing others are suffering

She’d better off to find inside
What her true feelings are

In between, they will meet
Just two lives connecting
Over anger
Towards peace

Just the two of us

Copyright Marie Kléber

Kids love full houses. Voices. And people. And playing. Laughing. Games and big tables. Snacks and treats.

Maybe it’s the hardest part. The one that says, on a daily basis, it’s just the two of us.

Just him and me.

And seeing him missing something. The people. The voices. The fun. The funny part of life. Missing his friends as soon as we are back home. Missing his grand-parents as soon as they are back home.

When I feel down, I feel guilty.

But some days are good. Some days are even great fun. Just the two of us.

But I know he is in need of something more. So we go out. And spend days with family. And we meet people. And I try not to feel blue too often, or at least leave the blues for later. When he is in bed. And I remember the chance we have to be where we are.

We can never be sure to do it right.

We just try our best.

Isn’t it what we all do?