The flicker of a candle
Insignificant handle
That takes a room from dark to light
When every corner seems obscure
Your flickering shadows adorn
Providing light and even warmth
How insignificant a candle must be
To light an entire room
Unnoticed beautiful flame
Scented soothing aromas
Filling my nostrils and senses
Manifestation of places and faces
Spiritual haven
Wings of the Raven or Crow
Ancestral flow
In your light my spirit grows
Rivers Flow
Water is never stagnant
Make your life glow
Knowing you’ll never have
The same moment twice
You can always make
Future moments better
Moments are not lifetimes
Lifetimes are not moments
Your pile of moments
Creates a lifetime
You are a prisoner of a lifetime
Not realizing your freedom
Is in every moment
you get to breath
You can stress
Or you can bless
Either way life happens
Don’t miss your blessings
Because you are too busy stressing
Life goes on
The flower blooms
Based on water, dirt, sun, and groom
When we nourish
We flourish
What we groom blooms
Bad Days or Good Days
If you learn the lesson
Embrace the blessings
Make the most out of any situation
Bad Days
Become good days
Sometimes the best days
Give a seed water, a plant blooms
Give a child love, a heart soothes
Give a kind touch, a person heals
Give understanding, someone feels seen
No words necessary
Emotional erosion
Of unhealed wounds & pain
Turned into abundant love
Not a word was said
Mourning Words
Sadness, depression, obsessions
Sedation, regression, never liberation
Words Can Oppress
The Spirit Impress
Into an empty address
Some people mourn daily
Not realizing, In the blink of an eye
In the breath of inspiration
With purposeful exhalation
Permeation through flesh
In the depths of a word
Submerged Mourning Words
If altered and suffocated
Transformed into Morning Words
Daily Dose
I have always been the odd fit
The stand out belong
The misunderstood accepted
The strange but familiar
The weird that is normal
The unrelatable familiar
The opposite same
The rejected accepted
The uncomfortably comfortable
The almost that made it
The quitter that finished
The brave, courageous, bold, afraid y con ovarios
Misfit Renegade
Who chose to be me
Sometimes you are meant to stand out
Sometimes that is what makes you fit in
Your words
They sting like pros
Stabbing Swords
Legendary Forms
Parasite in my pores
Transformed myself toxic
Poisoned my own existence
Blinding fogs permeated vision
Coping skills
Self destruction, sabotage at will
Limitations
Transitioned to deflection
No expectation
Utter isolation
Peaceful meditation
Less intimidation
Healed incarnation
Abundant simulation
Your Words vanished
I replaced them with Truths
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