When a flower blossoms
it must first grow through dirt
darkness and rain
the environment solemnly nourishing
the surroundings eerily comforting
they are all necessary
without them
the flower would simply
never bloom
embrace the seasons
and blossom
A word is a note
That can write a song
Heal a scar
Mend the broken
Your thoughts are words
Through intentions you speak
What your third eye sees
Your silence can speak
Mind your thoughts
Mind your words
If you only knew how brave you are
you would not bow your head to slander
you would not make pain your normal
you would not silence for comfort
you would not put yourself last
If you only knew how capable you are
you would take on that job
sing that song or dance
you would ask that question
without fear of the answer
If you only knew how much room there is
you would take up space
wish everyone well
you would be abundant and give
you would overflow
but you must know yourself
to know how brave and capable you are
to step into any room and shine
Winding Roads
Keeping scores
sometimes sores
sometimes shallow words
they turn left and right
sometimes dead ends
sometimes one way
the weather affects visibility
for some blinding
but driving through
is like a baby walking
the more you do, the more you can see
through the fog
Gratitude Permeates
Through the nothing works for me
Or the perception of a “bad day”
It is a sour solemn moment after all
Not a Day
Gratitude Liberates
Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks
Through the realization of so many peaks reached
You realize it is not breached perception
A descending constipation
But instead a permeable liberation
To appreciate what actually is
Because Gratitude Liberates
Abundantly
Experience or Resilience
Experience is going through something
Learning the Lesson, Reaping the Blessing
Resilience is overcoming, not undermining
The Struggle
The fact that it was never easy
Be Resilient, but far most important
Learn from the Experience
so you never repeat the pattern of struggle
again.
I cried, I mourned, I fell, I failed, I bled
until I had nothing left in me
I laughed, I celebrated, I got up, I succeded, I grew, I learned
because I gave myself no other choice
Now I pause, I look up, and I am Thankful
for the lessons, the blessings, the detours, the pathways
the failures, the successes.
Life Cycles, the living rollercoaster
until we become
like modeling clay
not fitting in, simply shape-shifting
A moment is a thought
a thought creates the hours
that lead into days
turned into weeks
morphed into months
developed into years
creating a lifetime
filtered
awareness
unfiltered
you can change your lifetime
in a thought
Silver strands woven into my hair
Finally growing into the body I always felt I was
older than my years inside
younger than my peers outside
with curves that called the flesh
and a mind that rejected the thought
of a permanent shallow existence
always older than my years
younger than I needed to look
always enough, but feeling not good enough
It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness
anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,
disillusion, honesty, to finally
fully realize, it was social conditioning
In a world of men, women can think too
I was never too loud or too much
I was always more than enough
Now it is your turn
To Hush
A letter on behalf of my Mother to her younger self.
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