Perspective

Fear thunders in the background of my mind While the storm of uncertainty begins To destroy my self confidence My new journey peaks at me through the storm I must cross. The excitement of possibilities strikes lightening in my heart But the flooding doubt rushes in. Perhaps, this storm is meant to fill my sail

Captive

Tie a soul to present times So that it may not wander To future worries Tie it gently To cause no harm So the past May fade In hopes to save the weary Forceful rest must do

Be present in your feelings

I see some of you are hurting and I want you to know, you’re worth so much more. —————- You’re going to be afraid to love again.That hard exterior will grow around your heartAnd bitterness will become easy.You’ll cycle through the grief, anger,Possibly spiral into temporary desperation –Wishing they’d call;Wishing they’d say those wordsthat water

Choosing Bravery

Loving yourself isn’t always easyas a matter of factlooking through your own bullshitis difficult No one elsewill have to live with your thoughtsthe way you doNo one else will noticeall of those imperfectionsyou worry overstress overtry to fixTry to hideor just try to forget Loving your curveswhen magazinesand social media teach usthat thin is beautifuland

Achilles

Vulnerability

This morning’s reading brought me to a blog by Nadia Bolz-Weber. If you haven’t heard of her, guarantee you will not be disappointed if you look her up. Watch her videos or read her blogs. She has truly helped me see things from a different perspective. Today’s story told of a time when a woman

CLAY

(Written October 23, 2013) October 23 2013 To live and love through hurt and pain is all that I know. My love is vibrant and enduring, Patient kind and slow. My kindness has been too much For others to weather. Pick apart and throw away All the pieces that you hate of me Turn me

Bullets or seeds

Staring into the ripples of my mirrored surrounding Reflecting my lost memories There I see my mother Explaining why Democracy is the only way forward Her voice echos through my ears and sticks like a tack to wall My father laughs and jokes “Republicans aren’t worth the sense(cents) they were given.” Though he refers to

Sweet Dreams

My soul drifts among the starsWandering distant placesReaching stillFurther unto the unknown She sleeps in her bed at nightPeacefulFinally she is able to join meBut only in her dreams We dance and swayAmongst the starsThe time stops at our laughter.Our hearts create flares. The time, it cannot stay.Slip away, as it must.bAway it drifts, as

Generational curses

One generation will always bicker about the next. One generation CREATED the next. One generation CREATED the habits of the next. One generation RAISED the next. The previous generation created the traumas that the next generation is reacting to. When we start taking responsibility for our pieces on the board and stop blaming each other,