Memories: Wash It All Away And Believe

The following post was originally published on February 25, 2011, based on a poem that I wrote on June 30, 2009. It serves as a reminder for me, from time to time.

Today is Friday, February 25, 2011 at 5:00 pm in Los Angeles, and the gray clouds are hovering above. Rainfall is expected tonight and tomorrow. There’s something soothing about listening to the rain tap against my window. Being at home, curled up on the couch with a warm blanket, while sipping on hot lemon tea, relaxes the body, the mind, and the spirit. Putting it simply, it just feels good to relax and think about nothing. Whatever troubles appear and show their ugly heads, seem to disappear to the melodic sound of raindrops. As I sit out on the balcony viewing the skyline, I await the rain. Even if for a moment, the troubles in the world or of the day will no longer matter nor exist, because the rain will wash it all away.

     The following poem entitled, ‘Believe,’ was written on June 30, 2009…the day I was laid off from my job. Although I was quickly rehired, I was overwhelmed with emotion. It’s not easy to have something that you love taken away from you so unfairly. But such is life, as it’s not always fair. At that moment, I couldn’t do anything else besides try to keep the faith and believe.

‘Believe’

When darkness burries the sun,
And the world is upon my shoulders,
Heavy is the load I carry.
And despair is the emotion I feel.
Blinded by the unknown,
And stricken down by fear.
Possibilities remain at a distance,
As if these are merely thoughts in the wind.
Unclarity has sunken in.
Then along comes the sun.
I hear your voice, and I can see once again.
You never let me suffer,
And you never let me fail.
In my hour of sorrow, it’s your faith and love that prevails.
Faith is restored in me
And I am guided by your light.
Onward to a brand new path.
I will know no wrong,
Because the strength in you is right.

Jeff Lorber ‘Rain Dance’ Video Posted To You Tube By Herecomes Mongo On July 11, 2011

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About Samara Marie

Having been born and raised in Inglewood, CA, I now proudly call New York City my home. I've been an elementary school teacher a little over 20 years, having taught grades first through fifth. It seems that teaching is what I was meant to do in life, and it is also what I love to do. One of my favorite quotes is by Albert Camus: "Real generosity toward the future lies in giving all to the present." I do give my all to prepare my students to become our future activists, educators, doctors, and the list goes on. The opportunities are out there, and I want my students to grab hold of them.      One of my other passions is writing. I thank my middle school English teacher, Mr. Roger Lawson, for introducing me to poetry writing. He taught me how to use the very powerful tool of written expression, which I value so much. I have writing to thank for getting me through my darkest moments. Writing, along with faith, was my saving grace, while growing up. I don't consider myself a professional writer, but I do use writing as a tool to help me process the heavy weight that the world places on my shoulders sometimes. Writing provides me with another way to express my emotions. Besides my actual voice, writing is my favorite go to tool of self expression.      What else about me? I have a love of music. One of my very first posts on this site was a poem that I wrote about my love of music. I'm someone who has an adventurous spirit. I enjoy everything ranging from sports to shopping (I'm a shoe addict). I can go from spending time at the beach all day to watching sports all day. I've been a WWE fan since I was a kid. I may live in New York, but I will always be a Dodgers fan. Having been an athlete until I graduated from college ( I ran track), working out is a must for me. I love to read, I love to learn, I love people, and I love life. I have many more interests. There's several layers of me. At the end of the day, I love and I am proud of the person that I see in the mirror.
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