Poetry by Eileen Swearingen

Who Am I

I tried to be
So many things that just weren’t me.
The ultimate goal, it so often seemed,
Was to please someone else,
Though it left no room for myself.
And when the day was through
No one could see, even if they had tried,
There had been no chance to be – just me.

Now here I stand, lost to time,
Alone, afraid, and somehow defenseless,
Searching for something – anything,
That I might have left behind.
Something to show
The right path to take.
Something to show
The ME I was meant to be.

Eileen Swearingen

The following reprint was first published in a book:  “The Silence Within” (2001)

Impressions

Life holds many wonders,
And surprises us almost daily.
Each day holds a new journey,
The endless possibilities of a new beginning.

There’s a few times in each of our lives
When something touches our souls
    that lasts forever.
It may be a field of flowers
    gently swaying in the breeze,
Or an ocean wave at the moment it breaks.
A beautiful rainbow across the horizon,
Or a few shared moments in time.
The miracle of birth,
Or the sorrows of death.
These are the things that help shape
    and mold us,
And make us what we are.

You have touched me,
Ever so gently, in this way.
And I Thank You…
    from the bottom of my heart.

Eileen Swearingen