Turning the Page

Turning the Page
©Meesa Caudill

Lost sight of what it meant to be me,
need a new chapter and a new pen.
Leaving behind what used to be,
and all of the pain I've been in.
Gonna let go and start all over,
a fresh, positive start in mind.
I realize I've gotta take care of me,
protect and love what's mine.
So I'm letting go of you and our past,
I'm exhausted from this rage.
It's time to write a new chapter in my life-
this is me turning the page.

Turning the page to write a new story
of the life with which I've been blessed.
I'm turning the page to begin a new chapter
without you and all of our mess.
I'm turning the page to start all over,
so many blank pages for me to fill.
I'm turning the page, it's all about me,
and what's left in my life that's real.

It's time to let go of the story of us
and start the story of me.
It's been long overdue, I'm so over you
and all of our history.
No more believing in fairy tales,
I've got one of my own to write.
So I'm grabbing my pen and healing my heart
and moving on with my life.

Kentucky Summer

Kentucky Summer 
©Meesa Caudill

Fever's kickin' in on the first day of spring,
chill in the air but the sun is bright.
Basketball season for the Cats now over,
clocks kicked up for more daylight.
Summer's just around the bend,
we're all daydreaming about the heat.
It's been a long, dull winter and we're all ready
to escape from all this concrete.

Kentucky summer is on the way,
Fried chicken, watermelon, and lakes...
Let's pack up the coolers and head to the fields,
be sure to watch out for snakes.
Fire up the grill, throw on some chicken,
don't forget the steaks!
We're all ready for a Kentucky summer,
Fried chicken, watermelon, and lakes!

Pull out the tents and let's go camping,
drink and laugh around a bonfire.
Grab your poles, let's catch some catfish,
splash as much as your heart desires.
If you got a boat, bring it along,
we need a redneck yacht club!
Let's escape the bar scene a while
and cook up some Kentucky grub!

Kentucky summer is on the way,
Fried chicken, watermelon, and lakes...
Let's pack up the coolers and head to the fields,
be sure to watch out for snakes.
Fire up the grill, throw on some chicken,
don't forget the steaks!
We're all ready for a Kentucky summer,
Fried chicken, watermelon, and lakes!

An Old Letter

An Old Letter
© Meesa Caudill


You could see the anguish in the handwriting,
shaking hands with each stroke of the pen.
You didn't have to look into his eyes
to see the pain he was in.
His despair is there on paper,
ink smudged from drops of tears
from the eyes the light disappeared from,
his soul weary for all those years.
I could tell from the letter he was exhausted,
so tired of putting up a fight.
All he needed was a glimmer of hope-
to have some faith, see the light.
I was the one he trusted to read it,
years before his light went out.
To read of his struggles and stresses,
to know his unselfishness without a doubt.
In some of the lines I see anger
and bitterness from a life unplanned.
Regret ate at his soul from the inside out-
he felt as if he were less of a man.
Even after reading it I tried to tell him
what a hero he was in my mind.
To him, he was a failure.
Misery the only thing he could find.
I blamed myself for taking away his youth-
my existence stole his dreams, his light.
I know his absence isn't my fault
because I had become his life.
His letter was written in darkness,
a man wanting so badly to be free.
But I know to this day he loved me so
because of the letter daddy wrote to me.