Lisa Marie Ansell

Dillon, CO, USA

I have been writing poetry for eleven years. I am an active member of The International Society of Poets. I enjoy country dancing, drawing and writing. I have a wonderful husband and also enjoy living in the mountains. My poetry has been published through The Mile High Poetry Society, The Famous Poets Society and also by The National Library of Poetry. My hope is that through my poetry that I might be able to help someone who may need a little experience, strength and hope.

The Coin In My Pocket

When I'm feeling down and afraid, I look to you and realize that it was not too long ago that my life was a charade.

When I see you I see hope that I haven't seen before. Many times I tend to remember the bad instead of the good, I endure the pain and feel alone once more.

I don't really trust. Many people have let me down and I finally found someone to believe in. I know now that believing in God is a must.

I used to envy those little girls who had the golden hearts with the locket. But I have something more precious than I've ever had before, and I think of it every time I feel the coin in my pocket.

God's Country

For the first time in my life, I am in love but not with a person or some form of man. You see it's not human and it may be hard to understand. There are few words to describe how I feel, but I'll do the best I can.

I am standing a top a mountain, high and breezy. Looking down into the countless valleys admiring the beauty. No one around and very few sounds. I feel a sense of freedom, a sense of peace. I feel this nowhere else, I feel safe, and wish the rest of my life could be this easy.

I feel a stronger sense of closeness with my Higher Power. I feel loved, heard, and release. Being alone up there, I am reminded that I am just a stem, learning, growing, and being nurtured and cared for as one of God's little flowers.

Too Great A Sacrifice

I think of all the changes in life. How it used to be, how it is now, and what it will be like to be a wife.

I think of all the hurdles I've had to jump and the many mountains I've had to climb. I see myself sitting on a mountain top with the wind blowing, wondering how different would I be if I could turn back time. Would I really want to change anything from this nursery rhyme?

I used to look in the mirror and I'd hate who I'd see. There was always something missing, I was always searching for the other side of me. Over the years, I've found that and for the most part I am happy. Working so hard to find peace, and still strive for that rigorous honesty. The other night I was told, that if you want to get ahead, myself I can not be. Isn't that what all the work is for? Being content with myself to live life on life's terms and accept the many forms of reality?

The years of lies, games, deception, and manipulation have all passed and new candles have been lit. I don't want to blow them out and sacrifice those things that seem fit. People may not understand the reasons why at some things, I'll cuss and spit. But I finally have found some value in myself and in my beliefs, and they just have to find acceptance, for the principle of it.