Tag: Poetry

At Last

It’s been fifteen years of my life and I’m singing the same old song

No one is here to comfort me, when things are going wrong

At last I am all by myself rather cold and stiff too

For I am dead as a doorknob, and no one can get through

They did my hair all cute and nice, and gave me lots of flowers

But it’s too late for me to enjoy for I’ve been dead for hours

I must, I must be happy now six feet under ground

No one can tell me right from wrong, or what to do and how

This is a wish a call for help to show me the way

Because I am unhappy and I don’t know if I want to see my next living day

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

I read this poem now and I cringe. I wonder how my parents and teachers must have felt the day they read it. Thinking back on being stuck in a family counseling sessions for a month, trying to explain why I wrote such a detailed poem. I was never unhappy or wanted to take my life. After talking about suicide one day at school the words just came to me. I wanted to put myself in that situation, and then truly think about how I would feel. So many people today young and old think about suicide. I believe it’s because each day there are so many new disaster. Having friends and a strong belief system is the only thing that can get you through. There is also the fact that people are living longer and this is wonderful, but many are living with chronic pain.

Fifteen is such a confusing age with thoughts of transitioning from a teen to a young adult. Beginning to feel the tug of life; feeling underappreciated could make you feel dead to the people around you. The thought of loved ones rushing around to buy flowers and give well wishes after your gone is the sad state that we all sometimes find ourselves in. Wishing we would have stopped by to check on a loved one or forced them to spend a little time with us. I have noticed my calendar filling up, and sometimes the best thing you can do is clear it. Eliminate a few of those unwanted appointments and add some relaxation time. I like to say start living!!

At Last was a call for help, with the hope that others would make each day count. Spread love from the teen years to the elderly, because people are hurting everywhere and taking your own life is not the solution. I love my mother dearly, her and my sister are my best friends. It makes me sad that my mom has days where she can walk freely, and others where she cannot. I will do everything in my power to help her smile. I hope that smile will give her thousands of reasons, to continue wanting to live in spite of whatever comes her way. At Last

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline1-800-273-8255


Just Maybe Today

Maybe today will be different

Or not

This constant disappointment sadness unhappy spiral of events

Maybe today will be different

Hearing others thoughts out loud no silence no privacy all out in the open

Just maybe

If I can think it and believe it and hear it that sweet happy sound

Of your kindness interrupting my sadness equaling a happy contagious event

Maybe today

Maybe today my forgiving you will somehow motivate you to forgive yourself

Or just maybe


Having faith is a great and wonderful way of life. I often wonder how people with little faith make it. I always think about how complicated my life was when I was lost trying to find my way. It was a lot of dark days but with just that little tiny amount of faith I’m still here today …

Matthew 17:20 NIV He replied, “Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.”

Take baby steps to faith

#1 Start your day with a prayer

#2 Always look for a positive in every situation

#3 Who have you blessed today

#4 You reap what you sow (sow greatness)

©Alice F Spencer 2019~ Revised Copy

Poem from Poetry Is Collection

Those words

I thought I had lost those words

The ones that dance in my head all night

They’re back

I was lost in finding myself

Lost in being who I thought I really was

But those words

Pulled me back in to help me understand

I am everything I try so hard not to be

A mother, a best friend, a failure, a winner, me

I thought I had lost those words

The ones that dance in my head all night

But they found me

Those words

©Alice F Spencer 2017~ Poetry Is


Black and White

My love for you grows each


I try to find ways to fight off

the attraction

To pretend it’s not serious

Build up my resistance to you

But it’s clear

My love

Our love is never-ending it’s in

Black and White

©Alice F Spencer March 2019 ~ Finding my way back to you ~ Release Coming Soon