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YOU'RE LEADING AGAIN by Maureen Lancaster

Control. When did I become the one to have to be in control?…

Oh, yes, widowhood can do that to one. Along with finding strength beyond what you ever thought yourself capable of. But this control thing, wow. “You’re leading again…” It was a simple statement really, one uttered by my partner during our dancing and one that got me to thinking, for I’ve always been the submissive one, or so I believed but through these past 8 years on my own I now realize how much everything in my life has changed…


You’re Leading Again…
by Maureen Lancaster 

One, Two, Three
One, Two, Three
please follow me, says he,
as he tries to dance with me

yet here I am
trying as best I can
finding myself trying to lead
wanting to go faster than your speed

I want so much for you to guide
and simply let myself, in your arms, glide
yet old habits formed in times of need
have planted deep roots from a tiny seed

found on my own to have to fend 
I’ve ended up losing my ability to simply bend
stiff and strong till now has got me through
but now I simply want to dance with you

an awakening to balance 
in surrendering, allowance
a time to be tough, a time to release
another lesson learned about inner peace

all from a chance dance
did I get another glance
at whom I’ve become
after becoming, one…




Maureen Lancaster: Maureen is a spiritual woman who shares her life journey through her writings. Not considering herself a formal writer or poet, she started writing as an outlet for healing and finding wholeness following widowhood with her first book, Revelations of a Singing Bowl. Currently she shares her poetry about loving relationships, both with others and with oneself, on her Facebook page, Musings of Love. Maureen, a spiritual intuitive, also shares her love of all things metaphysical on her Facebook page, High On Spirit. Finding herself continually inspired by the poetry and lessons that she sees within everyday occurrences, she hopes that her words will resonate with others who may struggle from time to time on their journey; for coming to the understanding that we are not alone was one of her most valuable lessons. Revelations of a Singing Bowl is available as a free abridged iBook.


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