To Know Me is To Love Me

To know me is to love me,

or at least that’s what I’ve heard.

I hesitate to agree with this,

at the risk of sounding absurd.

To know me is to love me,

at least I’d like to believe.

I dare to utter these words out loud,

to those unwilling to receive?

To know me is to love me,

a work in progress indeed.

Please don’t judge the humanness,

from which my faults do feed.

To know me is to love me,

for I’m growing every day.

Like a rare and unusual flower,

that blossoms in its own special way.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

I Won’t Give Up

I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

Within me lies the will to live,

best made plans have been laid.

What am I to do when hope runs out?

No silver lining in sight.

The only thing that makes any sense,

is to face the fire and fight.

So, I’ll fight as though my life depends,

and often, it usually does.

Looking back will surely bring regret,

for all that is and was.

So, I won’t give up, I simply can’t,

it’s not the way I was made.

The fight in me will never die,

nor will I be afraid.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Scars

Though scars may fade and even heal,

their presence still remain.

While not allowing us to forget,

our fleshy wounds and pain.

The visible reminders of many journeys,

tough travels over time,

Consistently failing to forgive,

a self-defeating crime.

If only we would realize,

that forgiveness is the truth.

The visible scars may still remain,

 our healing is the the proof.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

2014 in review

Thanks to everyone for all of the wonderful support of my blog in 2014. A special thanks to my most frequent comment makers and very interactive fellow bloggers: Levi Thetford, Lorrie Bowden, Mihrank, Viktoryarch and The True Light.  Your positive support is priceless!! 🙂

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,500 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 42 trips to carry that many people.

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The ‘Me’ I Didn’t See

Lately, I am seeing a new version of ‘me’,

the version that others could always see.

The stature and confidence that escaped my sight,

while blinding others with a presence bright.

How could I not see ‘me’ all along?

My self-assessment so terribly wrong.

The many layers that took years too build,

kept me securely sheltered and unfulfilled.

But as each layer falls away,

with new awareness, I can honestly say,

I like this ‘me’, no arrogance or deceit,

a once broken woman, now beautifully complete.

The ‘me’ I’d always failed to see,

is now someone I am proud to be.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall