To care is a form
perhaps not the norm
do you watch for another
perhaps seek in a matter

 To trust is to see
perfection not believe
for to view imperfection
posts self mind reflection

To love within words
beyond labels and cords
is love an intention
no, it’s a feeling perfection

To mind is divine
kind sentiment inside
what we do for a soul
is a gift to be whole

To live is a given
not odd nor is even
for each form is a word
within breaths in a cord

To feel is humane
not selfish nor vane
acknowledge the beat
a person’s heart speak

From Molecules Birth
In a breath we are born
With a cry to rejoice
I am here, hear my voice

In the months there to follow
we are whole and not shallow
our surroundings quite new
experiences renew

Every step is a blessing
Every song is caressing
Every image a discovery
Every person an anatomy

We learn to experience
We learn through experience
We know not of hate
prejudice, cruelty nor haste

Hazing is a learned behavior
much like prejudice, intolerance and spite
Hating, the condemning major
of senseless loss of sight

For blindness brings a certain darkness
and darkness brings a certain madness
and madness brings a certain sadness
that no light can ever replace

Beyond the rivers of blindness
beyond the caves in the darkness
beyond the negative side of madness
beyond the wounds carving sadness
Beyond the mourning of unkindness

Our nature is to heal
our nature is to seal
our nature is to love

For if we can remember
and choose not surrender
nurture the child
who wanted to see

the world through experience
beyond our appearance
beyond any labels
beyond any fables

We were born to love another
We were born without prejudice
we were born without hate
we were born without intolerance

and if we must learn through this life
to hate, judge and regress
We must remember, we can learn
to love, understand and progress

From Molecules Birth
In a breath we are born
With a cry to rejoice
I am here, hear my voice

With much love, sympathy and respect
inspired by the recent events and senseless loss
of precious life
With love, healing and heart
to the families and friends
of those affected.

LetyM

Do labels define a person or does the person define the labels?

Mother, daughter, author, housewife, fitness, sexy, author, spiritual, nurse, professional, speaker, wife, girlfriend and some labels, well a little too extreme to mention, if I kept track I think I might get a little dizzy.

“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to change you is the greatest accomplishment”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

I believe that as women we are multifaceted.
We are so much more than labels, especially those given to us by social conditioning, expectations, and especially by images on social media of the “perfect” female.

The most important labels will be the ones we attach ourselves, our internal chatter will always outweigh any projection of who and what we should be as females.

Have you ever stopped to think

in the seconds of a blink

or perhaps just closed your eyes

and seen the inside of your lids

in your deepest roundest thoughts

beyond words, silliness & flaws

I am enough to make a difference

Beyond the years of youthful innocence

for if a mustard seed can grow

a single drop make ripples flow

and a molecule can matter

your presence worthy like no other

A word may heal a heart

a piece perceived as broken parts

from obscurities ingrained

to opportunities not vain

and if a cell becomes a life

and a fetus smaller than my hand

can become the girl I am

than what’s to say that what you do

will never make a difference for you

for if you look within the lids

beyond thoughts & given flaws

you may find in deepest scenes

the person you most seek

is the person living within

if you simply dare to see

with the eyes that sleep within

you may find beyond damnation

there exists a beautiful creation

and when you find what you look for

do not hide or think, this has no worth

for the drop that sleeps within

will breed the ripples of your being

the life within does matter

Always step and dare go further

For in life those who made a change

were once the smallest mustard seed

the drops before the ripples

they simply dared

to look within

Love is an emotion

perhaps an intentional equation

to care, share and feel appreciated

not to judge or make another intimidated

Love is freedom

it does not bind, wind or feel twisted

to allow another to be themselves

is maturity within, embracing ourselves

Love is caring

For the happiness of another

to show that they matter

and in that selfless gesture

we release any pressure

Love is not perfect

It has room for imperfection

for perfection is protection

of unrealistic expectation

and in darkness alienation

Love is kind

and I do not believe it is blind

for to be blind is to be in lust

but to see through trials and imperfection

through struggles and connotations

through doubts and skeptical fears

through smiles and perhaps unshed tears

through moments of feeling for granted

through moments of feeling ill wanted

what remains beyond that threshold

is the person who sees you at your worst

who smiles at your best

through all of lives silly tests

and chooses to say

Love

when you find that

keep that

but know this truth I learned

you must give yourself

that Love

First

When you find yourself alone
in the mist of no return
look deep inside and than you’ll know
that life is meant for you to grow

It is a test, at times quite cruel
Not a game, but choose to fuel
the words you speak inside your soul
should never match a folly’s prowl

For women should dress how they please
without fear and be at ease
and when violated at their core
they didn’t ask for it, I know

From poverty to wealth
the stories are the same
when robbed of precious health
the victim is not to blame

when innocence is lost
and the world seems too vast
refuse to be reduced
you are not a victim to abuse

Turn your dialogue to victor
in each step look for a mentor
there is no turning back
be thankful

One day you simply wake
and look back to see the grave
of all you thought you couldn’t overcome
and you will say R.I.P
I’m free at last

So in those moments of despair
pat your back and stand repair
for life is more than what you are told
you are simply brave and bold

A poem inspired by women and men who choose to speak up against abuse and the men and women who support them.

LetyM

There would be nor worries

No places nor mornings

Without any Good Mornings

a slow steady yearning

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

There would be less tears

less pain and less fears

No Poverty Spoken

From dark places broken

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

There would be more caring

more palpable framing

of forgiveness and kindness

if our brain could choose blindness

and care for the soul

If whispers were Heart Beat Sent

In this life full of turns

of places and thorns

in a moment of kindness

may we loose unkind blindness

the true side of blindness

if only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

In the seconds of an hour

We can choose to bring another

a glimpse of light upon their darkest hour

and with that a simple reminder

If only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

How lives would be different

if we loose our indifference

to the struggle of another

a minute to them be an hour

and for some perhaps a life

if only whispers were Heart Beat Sent

simply

If only

whispers were Heart Beat Sent

LetyM

In the mist of traffic
in the stream of panic
in the words we speak
or the words we sneak

In the shadows of sorrow
or the feelings we borrow
the notion or portion
devotion or potion

Our thoughts intertwine
and they seem to unwind
if we only realize
we are not paralyzed

for when people assume
or simply consume
there is no communication
superficial interpretation

when you look at another
do you dare sit and ponder
beyond your first thought
that perhaps truth is worth sought

and beyond all the traffic
in the stream of the manic
looking past any labels
beyond all silly fables

you may stop and see the other
perhaps dare to feel another
and finally realize
no need to improvise

the simplest quest
to stop and repress
the assumption consumption
and simply just simply
choose to see
there exists, someone within
not an object or thing
or label nor string
simply, just simply
someone within

LetyM

As the years go by
and I watch by your side
I remember a lullaby
I fill up with pride

As I held you in my arms
a young mother surprised
born with beauty and charms
A heart felt compromise

to love and protect
to support and respect
to watch and project
to learn and attempt

to allow you to develop
while my love I envelop
the freedom to choose
attempt not accuse

from the time you were born
had a mind of your own
as I saw my refection
I had no expectations

other than to teach you at my best
to watch life and the test
to assist you if you fall
to watch you finally soar

I knew I was not perfect
but I knew it was so worth it
to try my best in every angle
for you were small, a treasured angel

and as the years have gone by
I’m glad to see beyond lullabies
but in my heart you will remain
a child born with beauty and grace

May your blessings be many
may your heart always smile
may abundance be plenty
may you live life for a while
if you fall I will be here
you don’t need me, I’ll be there
may you know I am proud of you
may you know life is worth it
may you know someone cares
may you know you have no limits
may you know to never be scared
and if you find your self in doubt
take a break, than dare come out
for life is meant to be lived
and I can’t wait to see, all that you will be
it was always a fact
you were, you are and always will be
more than enough

just as you are

A letter to my daughter 2016

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