RHAPSODY OF THE HEART- Remember ?

Remember...?

Tip toe back to the days when you simply laid back and enjoyed in every bit, the fruits from your parents labor...

Tip toe back to the days when decisions were made for you ...

Actually lets Slide right back to the birthday your first piggy bank was handed right to you as a birthday present...
you cannot deny the excitement lol

Guess what ... Life began right here...

No shield from pain

No distractions from responsibilities

No exclusions from labor

No day away from Planning your next meal..

Your supposed freedom once enjoyed, gone with the wind...

Manhood, womanhood, Adulthood, or simply Growth is what happened.

Your life right in your hands 

Your many attempts to evade failed, Didn't they?

Do you even remember how this started?

You were only but a dreamer, but now...

A Fighter,

An achiever,

A survivor,

Remember how long this journey seemed while you crawled? 

Well now as real as it can ever get.

The many companions lost in the run for success

The constant failures , the excuses, the competitions, 

and even the visions that once seemed vague...

Remember this,....This is your starting point!

Written by ~ Tasha Frost

RHAPSODY OF THE HEART - What would it be...?

For close to three years I have been disconnected from blogging. One would call it a loss of interest but i call it a conflict . A conflict which should not have been.There is nothing like speaking your heart out through words... I missed you all . Glad to be back! 

For my first post since the lapse, Here is one of the few thoughts i wrote out while away. You are allowed to call it a poem if you wish but I call it the RHAPSODY OF THE HEART- by Tasha Frost  .....

If it came to it, what would it be?

Comfort is when you see nothing but stability and feel no shift. An okay way to stay stagnant I must say...

When there are little to no alternatives,

When there are minute senses,

When there is absolutely no way in or out of the zone,

The zone.....

A choice I must add.

Being sane .....I mean lets consider all odds. The waves rise and hit hard when least expected. The confusion, the Pain, the uncertainties, the stress of them all poke in the least favorable parts of you. Thoughts running wild, those for which only you can identify. But a choice to stay sane is what it probably should be....

The Pretense to unsee the already seen

To forget the already known,

To erase memories that were then dear,

To Push the extra inch into a mile

or to Live....

What would it be?

~Written by Tasha Frost