Forty

I turned 40 in August. It has been an amazing and transformative year for me. My life has changed in many unexpected and wonderful ways. I have both grown as a person and become more accepting of who I am. I feel more at home in my skin than I have ever before in my life. I continually count my blessing including the wonderful people I have in my life. I continue to strive to grow as a person by trying to make conscious ethical fulfilling choices every day.  I can’t wait to see what the next year holds for me. Below are some new poems.


 

My Dreams of You

You come to me in my dreams both sleeping and awake

Your presence speaks of hope and second chances

You bring joy, love, and excitement

As well as pain, heartache, and disappointment

I focus trying to see you more clearly

To envision you in the flesh, in my life

To feel it the good and bad

To apply logic and reason to something that defies it.

I long to hold you in my arms

To see your smile

To hear your laugh

To show you the beauty and wonder of the world

To help you find the strength and courage to seek it even when it seems hidden or lost.

To teach you to live and love in a way that the world’s is better for you having been in it.

Then I awake or I am beckoned back to the world and you fade.

Leaving a longing so strong I ache

I want to transport you from dreams into reality even though I know doing so comes at great personal cost.


 

Somethings Coming

Somethings coming

I can feel it in bones

But I don’t know what it is

 

I have a hidden drive compelling me

To put all the pieces of my life in order

Whispering big changes are coming

 

I comply

Seeking to ready myself for what is to come

Although I can’t see it yet

I can feel it.

 

Every day draws me closer

I scurry about trying to be prepared

To meet the impending deadline

When I know not

Only soon

 


 

The Woman at the party
Your bright smile and infectious laughter draws me in

Longing fills me, to know you to be near you.

Fear and excitement are cascading through me.

Then it’s time to go … our last words? My last look?

The clock spins and time unfolds

 

You walk in and my heart skips a beat for at last we again meet.

Your bright smile and infectious laughter draws me in.

Longing fills me, to know you to be near you.

Fear and excitement are cascading through me.

Then time stands still, long overdue words spoken and our eyes meet.

The clocks spins and time unfolds.

Published by Katrina Wightman

Who am I? I am a good girl and a wild child all rolled into one. I am a little bit of everyone whose life has touched mine. I have held and hold many roles and titles. I am educated by both life and by halls of advanced education. I am a dreamer of far-flung dreams and a practical person with a firm grasp on reality. I am a human with an abundance of love, curiosity, and hunger.  Above all else I am a helper of my fellow humans who hopes when she leaves this world it is a little better for her having been in it.

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