The Fallen Feather Builds a Home

The story of a feather

That once lived in a bird

Embedded in the skin

Detaching from its home

The wind blew

The feather flew

Rumored to be unworthy

Fallen off the feather’s home

People passing by

Without even a look

A bird flies, lands, picks up the feather

The feather becomes foundation

The feather builds a home

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Your Words Vanished in History’s Truth

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

Judge a Book by It’s Content

Dandelions in the fields

Weeds that help to heal

Some pull and pluck and kill

The plant is a weed

Something too ill

Not knowing the speed

To cure, mend, and feed

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Judge a book by it’s content

Everything has a purpose and grace

Even in the most forsaken place

The weed thrives, cures, and blooms

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come

Life Happens do Life Anyway

Winter to Spring

Spring to Summer

Summer to Fall

Fall to Spring

Clockwise, Counterclockwise

Seeds Bloom

Seasons Change

Time Flies

Nothing Changes

Everything Changes

Tragedy~Triumph

Death~Birth

Mourn~Celebrate

Life Happens

Ready or Not

Regardless

Do Life Anyway and Regardless

We are but a moment

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We are but a moment in life

we are born into circumstances

influenced by environments

shaped by words and thoughts

developed by our own beliefs

we morph through life

and if we are wise enough

we learn, accept, and grow abundantly

regardless

we are but a moment

granted life on earth