Shall I Get Into Their Shelves?

Scrolling down my feed today,
My heart told, her dream came true that day,
Then suddenly my mind told myself,
It may be her but not your shelf.

Running down the feed again,
My heart said that I don't use my brain.
Look at him, he's better now than then,
My mind screamed out, "Oh not again",
It may be his but not your shelf.

Then again, my heart caught what they said,
Surely, they were mad at them,
I do not know what went wrong within themselves,
But then again, it's their and not my shelf.

Continuing to scroll again,
Oh my God just look at them strain,
Can I stop for a while to look at ourselves?
But then again, it's their and not my shelf.

Suddenly my heart so kindly said,
Look here mind,
I heard you loud I did what you said,
But then again to you myself,
It is true that all of them are not my shelves.

But may I be free enough to laugh with them,
And may I be kind enough to cry with them,
Also may I be humble enough to learn from them,
I do not know whether they will do the same.

But may I mind, may I please,
Not throughout life,
But for a while,
Shall I get into their shelves?

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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Surrounded by four brick walls, I could not look out, they were too tall, Watching the steam escaping the spout, I looked out the windows so small. On this chilly and gloomy night, I was amazed by the stars so bright, I realized there's always some light, It's just a matter of catching our sight. At the time, everybody just frowned, My heart was filled with stormy clouds, Seated on the chilly ground, I enjoyed, the chirping sounds. Even though I had to shout, Trying hard to chase away the stormy clouds, With a prayer requesting for a favor, To the lessons taught by nature, My head I bowed, On the gloomy night, When the lights went out. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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Seated at my window, On a sunny Sunday, Bothering how, I'll survive the next day. The day flew by with nothing to say, No memories gathered for the day, With loads of worries blocking my way, There was nothing I did to live for today. The night flew by with regrets so great, Thoughts flew in the whole night so gray, Excitements of Friday has vanished away, Expectations of Friday was thrown away. I wondered how things went this way, What mattered was tomorrow and not today, This sudden thought just crossed my mind, What if I never had a tomorrow but only today. More thoughts just crossed my mind, The time I've wasted how will I find? The hills I could have climbed, When will I climb? We repeat this crime, We don't realize, We are trapped in this trap, Of tomorrow's mind. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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