Pieces of Me…

I never knew how important you were,

until I had to say goodbye.

Even though some time has passed since then,

I can’t stop wondering why.

To suffer the loss of such vital parts,

that I never thought I would.

I’ve learned to take one day at a time,

by embracing the bad and the good.

The hazy self-image in my mirrored reflection,

is a reminder to me every day.

I certainly would not be the person I now am,

had things not worked out this way.

I had to lose these pieces of me,

to find my true self worth.

I’m a better person, in spite of the loss.

I have found my purpose on earth.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

If I Were a Success…

If I were a success,

what would that mean for me?

Would it be everything,

I had imagined it to be?

If I were a success,

how would things really change?

Would my preconceived notions,

become quickly rearranged.

If I were a success,

would I be true to myself?

Or would I be ruined,

by fortune and wealth?

If I were a success,

would I be complete?

Would I share the real me,

or selfishly retreat?

If I were a success,

would I gain many friends?

Would I be a frequent topic,

of social media trends?

If I were a success,

a better person would I be?

Would the true person I am,

be easy to see?

Hopefully!

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.

Click here to see the complete report.

The Sun is Always Shining…

 

 

The sun is always shining,

even when there is no proof.

Eclipsed by density of colors gray,

that cast shadows upon my roof.

The sun is always shining,

earth eagerly beckons its heat.

All living forms wait with baited breath

in their designated seats.

The sun is always shining,

from corridors high above.

Invisible to the naked eye,

is God’s undying love.

The sun is always shining,

when rain is slow to end.

Waiting in the wings to comfort me,

much like a loyal friend.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall