Poem: Often Times I Wish...

Often times I wish I were a different person
The kind of person who not only wants change
But one that believes in herself, never doubting her actions
Takes the ever-present fear and pushes it aside
And exudes confidence, drive and a fighting spirit
To actually make the desired changes happen

I do not wish to be the kind of person
Who wants her current life to be different
But instead of taking chances
And doing everything in her power
To make change happen and turn her life around
Just sits there in her room crying her heart out
Unsatisfied with the way things are turning out
And feeling like nothing will ever change for the better
And life will continue to be the same as it is now

But it is hard to accomplish as fear reigns over me
And I lack the confidence, drive and fighting spirit
That once somehow roamed within me
Causing me to believe that I don’t have what it takes
To create the life that I want to live
A life where the constant tears, whether visible or not
Are replaced by tears of joy, laughter and eternal peace
A life where all my accomplishments are at their peak
And I and everyone around me is proud
Of all I have achieved and the person I have become

Written July 13, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: My Love Is Not for Sale

My love is not for sale

My love has to be

Earned

Deserved

Treasured

Nurtured

Appreciated

Reciprocated in spades

No crisp one hundred dollar bills

Gemstones or diamonds

Gold or silver

Or other material things

Can ever buy my love

Written July 16, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Mysterious Encounter

A mysterious encounter can turn into

An exciting and blossoming relationship

You just have to put any fears or doubts aside

And take a chance on the yet unknown stranger

So go ahead and set up a face to face meeting

So you can discover if there is any spark

Any connection between the two of you

And if any of that comes into existence

On your first mysterious encounter

No matter how tiny it may be

It’s a sign that it can potentially grow

Into something deeper

Something more meaningful

Something everlasting

Something you will treasure for life

Written July 13, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: I Stand There Wondering

I stand there surrounded by darkness

And wonder if I’m making a mistake

But it’s not like I have a choice

There’s nowhere else for me to go

So I must remain where I am

And hope that things will get better

Yet hoping is simply not enough

I have stand strong and confident

I have to take action and fight

To make things better in my life

So I don’t have to stand there

Surrounded by darkness

With tears streaming down my face

Wondering if I’m making a mistake

Written June 13, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: We Become One

Our bodies fit perfectly into each other

Making melodies beneath the starry skies

As our flaming hearts beat as one

In tune with the rhythm of the endless sea

Our burning passion shoots us up into space

In the direction of undiscovered galaxies

Where the hands of the clock are at a standstill

And piece by piece you and I finally become one

Written May 27, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Two Lovers

Two lovers meet in their secret garden

And among lush bouquets

Surrounded by the beauty of nature

Soul to soul, heart to heart

They make unforgettable memories

That forever remain within them

Even after their date comes to an end

Written May 27, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.

Poem: Memories of Dinner at Grandmother’s House

Though my grandmother has long passed

The memories of my time at her home very much alive 

Her apartment filled with the aroma of fried potatoes

And chicken patties frying on the stove

The table set with gold embroidered plates

And filled with my other favorite treats

I am tempted to pick up the phone

And invite myself over for dinner

Only to realize that she is no longer here

My stomach begins to growl

And I make my way to the kitchen

Ready to recreate the dinner in my own home

Written May 14, 2016

© 2016 by Lena Kovadlo. Use with permission only.