The Story that is My Life

My life as it has been and as it continues to unfold is a story. One story made up of many stories. One complex, yet simple story. One sometimes messy, but so beautiful story. One story that I wonder if it might be interesting to be told.

This blog is my attempt to put part, or parts, of that story into words, pictures, or whatever form my mind can wrap itself around or create from within myself to express what it is like to be the one inside Cindy's Story. This is an exploration on my part and on yours in reading, and seeing, and maybe even hearing. It is not necessarily chronological. It might not always make sense, but it is my expression. It is me.

You are invited to see how my story unfolds.....

Monday, May 2, 2016

Mist from Tears

Written by Cindy Boersma in her high school years

I sit alone on the back of a river
Longing to see your face
I peer through the warm heavy fog
Across the deep murky waters
and strain my eyes to the far shore

Was that you?

I call out your name
But you do not hear
The ruthless wind has whisked my pleading words away
I try again
But it's no use

Are you looking and calling too?

At my post on the bank of the river
I hope for the fog to clear
Friends come along and stop by my side
With confidence they point your way
I think I see a shadow of you

Is it enough to hold on to?

I want to see you
So I keep trying, seeking, calling, and crying
Until exhaustion takes its tole
From a fretful sleep I raise my head
The fog is rising over the water

Will I be able to see?

Just a cool mist remains
Over the river running by
Without hesitation I jump to my feet
I search the far shore
Until my longing eyes rest on your face

Were you there the whole time?

We reach toward each other
But find the distance still remains
I search your face for meaning
For something to grasp
For some hope to calm my fears

Are you searching too?

Do you know that I long to be with you again?

Can you understand my pain?

Can you sense my fears?

Or from such a distance
Can you tell the mist from the tears?

Can you tell the mist from the tears?