Heartfelt Compositions by Deborah Sharma

  Here I Stand - Perfect as I Am (thoughts from a tree) By Deborah Sharma Here I stand Dismally solitary, isolated from the ‘norm’, For in my crooked stature, I do not conform. Yes, I am glaringly different from the rest, What cruel fate caused me to appear unblessed? Who would complement me with a second glance? Whilst others boldly beckon with their proud stance. Destined to face the elements unsheltered, exposed, My fragile frame is battered yet I remain composed. Quivering in wicked wind, pounded by relentless rain, Caked in intrusive ice, I staunchly bear the strain. Thirsting in scorching Sun, I long for blissful breeze, To be shaded and shielded by my fellow trees. But then on my twisted trunk a soft touch I felt gracing, Warmth of hand soothing, loving energy embracing. Here I stand I am daringly distinctive, defiantly standing my ground, Self-sufficient with poise, from lies, I am unbound. For who’s to say what is the norm? Isn’t it liberating to no

  Ant Wars By Deborah Sharma There are invaders in my house, Not the usual burglar or mouse, These boldly march and zig zag, Curious and agile without lag. But I’ll soon send them packing, If I can do some patient tracking, Of where they are sneakily boarding, With the crumbs they are hoarding. So, I deviously get down on the floor, Trailing a gleeful one to the patio door, Triumphantly hoisting a crumb on his back, As he stealthily squeezed into a crack. Sorry my little unwanted critters, Time to evict till your number fritters. I infiltrate their prized hiding place, Spraying madly in a frantic race. I seal up all the inviting cracks, Erasing all their crafty tracks., If I find any more unwelcome shocks I’ll be ready to place more secure  blocks. ~ Deborah Sharma Explanation Another lovely experience of ants on the kitchen floor coming in through an unsealed crack.   I understand their need to survive but hoping in the future they can respect my space! Co