Peaceful

© Anita Cellucci and Speak Your Truth. Be Soul-full. Be free., 2016.

My Father Had A Dream...

My father had a dream

a dream of men

a dream to overcome what

he had seen, heard, felt and done. 

The dream was 

vivid, strong, and true. 

It carried him through his years as a sailor.

It filled him up in ways nothing else ever had.

My father had a dream,

a dream of time, endless days, weeks and years

that would send him letters of devotion, of hope, of love.

My father had a dream 

that was bigger and louder than anything he had ever imagined.

It was proud and happy and aligned

with his beliefs and truths.

My father had a dream 

of blackness, sorrow and sadness, it 

swallowed him whole 

and allowed him to drown

within his 

longing, his growing, his thoughts. 

My father had a dream

that became an unending of dreams

one that men hope to never have, 

but some inevitably do.

My father had a dream

that became my burden to overcome, to grow out of

and understand

in ways 

that not even he could. 

My father had a dream 

that became a cloud

that shadowed all of our lives

in ways that one could never have imagined. 

My father had a dream, 

I hope he awakens one day. 

© Anita Cellucci and Speak Your Truth. Be Soul-full. Be free., 2016.

Journey

Journey

Joy of a brook beside

whistling birds

Sunlight glimpses 

through lush green trees

Footsteps atop crackling

branches, rocks, brush

my skin tingles

My heart fills

peace and calm overcome

Be still

Be free

 Be you 


© Anita Cellucci and Speak Your Truth. Be Soul-full. Be free., 2015.