Foreward...

At some point in life we are all lost; we stumble around trying to make our way through the abyss of uncertainty. We find a glimmer of hope, and make our way to the light, searching for happiness. This is our story, until we decide that no external force defines our destiny and ultimately it is ourselves that make the decision of who we are. We spend countless hours living for others, strangers, the guy next door, our boss, our parents, our friends, and so little time is spent trying to find who we are and what we want. In fact, the journey rarely begins until we are so lost we feel we can never be found; there is no light at the end of the tunnel. She is the journey that most everyone can relate to, the struggle of love, yearning to belong, aching to be. She is the compilation of poetry that reminds us of the days unknown and the emotions we experienced as we found ourselves, our TRUE selves. She is the emotional journey of one person, that we can all find a piece of ourselves in. Life is so very precious and needs to be lived, loved and enjoyed, for time does not stop just because you are lost. The true glory in life is finding our self, the true person who is loved unconditionally. Not the person for the crowd, not the person for the moment, but the true person within. This is true happiness.

Camilla M. Overbeek

Poems...

BEAUTIFUL SILENCES

In your eyes I see the ocean of my future
Your breath promises my soul completion
Captured in a beautiful silence—I know nothing but love.

In your touch I hear serenity humming
Within your kiss, the taste of safety
Captured in a beautiful silence—I am overwhelmed by the power of love.

Beautiful, beautiful silences in this world of constant noise
Embraced in a beautiful silence together—I am certain of nothing but you.

THE THIRD EYE

Beauty we are told is within the two
eyes of the beholder.
I shed my skin in attempt to dodge
this bitter judgment.
Stepping through my own binding
pride to be recognized.
Razorblade routes to the celestial
kingdom of revolution.
Craving the challenge, I embrace
the deserving rewards.

My mind swirling about the jungle
 of the suburbs—
My heart rigidly fixated on the
sweet capture of souls ubiquitous.
Shamefaced and submissive, we aimlessly
wander through the turnpike of society’s servitude.

A sailor searching for the escape
from this secular whirlwind—I am falsely judged the helpless fool.

Allow my lavish ideals to lie down
as the harbinger of positive change.

Refrain from ridicule and openly