There was a flower so tiny and bold,
yet she was never picked
And her heart turned cold.
And now she wishes to inflict nothing but cruelty.
But what happened to this once beauty?
She let the world get the best of her,
the negativity and lies
and now she is nothing more than a shell,
all because she let the outside define
her smell.
Be more than this,
I tell you and don’t become like her.
You’re worth more than that
Don’t make your life become a blur.
Our Voice
I think so often
we lose our voice.
Maybe because those around us
scream louder,
or we lose our way.
But we aren’t immortal
the only thing we leave on this earth
is our memory, our legacy
our voice.
Letting someone else take that from you
means you give up on yourself,
on the future.
Don’t ever give up on yourself.
Don’t lose your voice
no matter what happens.
But you have to believe in your voice.
After all, no one will do it for you.
Wind
The wind she whispers in the night. She calls for me to answer and follow her voice. But the call remains unanswered as she continually howls and shakes the windowpanes. Because to follow the voice, one must be ready to leave the shelter and follow the path of destiny. And the shelter that provides warmth and comfort is difficult to leave, especially when one isn’t ready. But the wind doesn’t discriminate when she calls. It doesn’t stop. Because once the voice is heard, it can never be undone.
So, until one is ready to leave and explore the unknown world, the wind remains a reminder that there’s more out in the world than this little old home. But until then, I suppose I’ll listen to her howl and scratch at my insides. When it’s time, I’ll be ready.
Time
There’s the past
and the present
and nothing short but the future.
But which one is most important?
Is it the past that defines us,
or the present where our story projects
or the future, the culmination of all our choices?
My answer is this; it’s all of them
Learn from your past,
live in your present,
and grow and be better for the future.
The past is you.
The present is now.
And the future is us.
Silence
The silence was once a terrifying thing, for it brought a certain uneasy stillness. One that could not mask the things one wishes to hideaway. To stop and listen to nothing, slow down and see the things around, it was once a nightmare. The silence only highlighted the monsters underneath the bed that I thought would one-day disappear on their own. The fear became so great that I refused to acknowledge it for years, and I filled my life with chaos and negativity to avoid it at all costs. I knew I couldn’t listen to the voice inside if I surrounded myself with so much noise. Because in the silence, all I have is myself. I used to allow everyone around me to tell me who I was and what I wanted. They inadvertently told me what to wear, how to behave, what I should eat. And I thought it was easier to live that way, to be whatever everyone wanted me to be. It took years of frustration struggling with my inner silence and the world that I realized I am nothing without my voice. And I would rather live in my silence and know who I am than be consumed by the noise.
My Walls
The walls surround me while I lay in wake. Often confining and shrinking in, crushing me. At the same time, I watch them close in and remain frozen in this room, too afraid to escape. The walls concave, trapping me; I’m separated from everyone on the outside.
These walls trap me away from you. You stand outside my glass box, watching me, with your hand to the glass. Letting me know you’re there. And every time I manage to find my way to you, the walls stop closing in. You’ve always helped push those walls away. You’ve always helped me find my way and escape that room, even giving me the strength at times to leave by myself.
Even today, those walls are still there, and sometimes I trap myself in that same room, but now there is a difference. I know I can leave. And I can do it on my own.
October
The October winds
Oh, how you call to me.
The fall comes to mind
The birds and the leaves swirl
All of the stars have aligned.
The full moon and spooky moments
All the figures are outlined
Here you are, my October.
Sleep
In my sleep, I see the ghosts that haunt this ship. Behind these eyes lay the images never to be forgotten—the memories for which I wish I could erase. Even the stillness of night can’t stop the mind from remembering. If only I could wake the next day in a different mind, body with the memories wiped. But I’m afraid that’s simply impossible. The memories remain, and they will creep in my sleep for the foreseeable future. But I guess it’s alright because those memories brought me to you. Maybe it’s not wiping the memories to sleep but accepting the past things that cannot be undone. These were never my memories to control.
The World
On my own,
I begin anew.
With my thoughts and feelings
I’ve got my suitcase too.
For now, I must wander,
Into the land down yonder
And discover the world.
I’ve been longing to see,
I hope one day this world,
Will see little old me.
Magic Trees
The trees cast shadows into the night,
Stay until morning light,
The sun will rise
And all will know
For all the trees begin to glow.
These magic trees,
Give a new sense of life.
To those waiting for their chance
But tell me will the trees,
Give me a glance into the person I can be?
Or am I destined only to see the simple, yet ordinary, tree?
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