Sharon DeRemer

San Jose, California, USA

I am a single parent of two beautiful little girls. I have put myself through a private university and changed my profession from accounting to that of an elementary school teacer. My children and I love to go camping and be outdoors as much as we can. I've written stories for myself when I was young, but only within the last few years attempted poetry. I find it very cathartic and fulfilling, I have, also, started to write stories for my children. It's a wonderful thing we can all share.

Belief

Searching is so endless
I'm trying to find it
Emotion to believe
But, it's so elusive
What's found is near groundless
Cold is all that will fit
It is the heart they reave
I've become near passive
Lessons are endless
Help me from the pit
As I strive to believe
Guard to be exclusive
Cold can be remorseless
But it's no easy fit
Lies I'm sure to perceive
Promises to forgive
Freedom is so boundless
It is hard, I admit
Searching the world, I'll leave
Someday, the cold must give

Letting In The Storms

They come into our lives like the screaming of a storm
The rain and indistinct noise blots out the rest of the view
Perception and sense distorted and anticipating
Not knowing the lightning is watchful, waiting to strike
The tides of the tempest roll back and give a little
An escaped ray of light brings the first deception near
The eye of it reluctantly releases more of truth
Confusion tears us as the next onslaught crashes by
Finally, the drops slow, dwindle, and cease their crusade
Soundlessness seems to be swaying in the soft spring whisper
Mind and reality assert themselves, we stumble on
We brace for the next beguilement to burn our own soul

Inside Blooming

Shatter, shatter, shatter,
The shackles come off
with a scream and a, so, resounding clatter
Breathe deep, deeper, deeper,
Feel the bloom within
as the joy peals 'round inside the self faster
It's sweet, sweeter, sweeter,
Than the children's love
given without condition or with fetters