therapeutic relief from the world
Woke up at 3a.m., heavy lidded. Had no other go but to embrace it. The clock was ticking 4:20 when I was facing my book feeling groggy, but my desire to score won’t let me doze off. Got dressed up in my school uniform and found myself waiting for the school van. Despite my wait, the van made an appearance 35 minutes later. It was an exam day and I’ve already lost 35 minutes. My mind was in a state of unrest. Got in the van with the very same state of mind. I got to witness the outside world between 8:25 a.m. and 8:55 a.m. for the first time which seemed to me so eternal. I happened to see my friend after a very long time. Though I didn’t get To talk to her, my heart began recollecting the memories. The sun was brighter and more glowing than ever. The gentle chill breeze approached me through the window. My state of mind? Was peaceful than ever before. Maybe sometimes it is good not to resist what is to happen.
The human race, a tapestry of lands, each thread born from ancient hands. From every land, each tribe and face, we carry roots time can't erase.
Subcultures bloom from ancient ground, with rhythm, spice, and sacred sound. Each gifted hand, each voice and art, fashions a legacy etched in hearts.
From deserts wide to oceans deep, our ancestors’ wisdom still does speak. That deep-rooted wisdom shapes the youth. Those ancient teachings whisper truth. They left us songs, they left us flames, to light the path and shape our name.
We gather now, a vibrant thread, woven strong where dreams are spread. We come together, hands unclenched, distributing light where shadows drenched. Embracing difference, not with fear, but with a grace that draws us near.
Each strength we share, each weakness graced, communities healed, society raised. Together rising, side by side, with open hearts and arms stretched wide. We build, we share, we rise, we teach. No soul too distant, nor out of reach. In unity, our spirits fly, a brighter day beneath one sky.
Night wraps me softly in her arms,
Whispering secrets, weaving charms.
She cradles echoes in my chest,
A quiet breath, a gentle rest.
Her cloak conceals my hidden scars,
Each one a story traced by stars.
She treads with footsteps calm and slow,
Through empty halls where shadows grow.
By day, she hides behind the sun,
But when the world is overrun,
She dons my borrowed, fragile face,
And offers me her silent grace.
Night knows the thorns beneath the rose,
The slipping joy no one else knows.
She listens close to muted pleas,
Embracing pain with quiet ease.
She gleams with memories deep and old,
And holds the dreams I dare not hold.
In her hush, my voice is slight—
A whispered prayer in endless night.
No bitterness within her reign,
Just soft release from aching pain.
She guards my tether, faint but bright—
My faithful friend in darkest night.
chilly winter morn
fog is embracing the swamp
drake calls for a mate
Sturdy within myself like I haven’t been before. From the penthouse of my mind to the dirt in my basement floor.
Wasn’t focused on the destination as that would have been a chore. So I climbed the stairs one step at a time without pushing for more. Leaning into discovery along the route to guide my tour. The trail was littered with roadblocks and detours. My soles became tattered and torn as I questioned if I could endure. But courage kept me on track as eventually unlocked the door to my soul. After swinging it open I realized it was on the journey where I developed my ability to soar.
What started as whisper soon turned into a roar. Now I’m infused with resilience through every corner of my core. Not sure what’ll come next but I’m ready for whatever the universe has in store.
There's no one cause I'm done,
With the sore and the pain.
But there's awe with my faith,
That is growing again.
The peace I'm embracing,
It has filled my whole heart.
And my soul sings the rhythms,
Of a day with no start.
This Christmas I'm healing,
And I'm new like a moon.
I'm lighted, revealing,
Full of glow in a room.
I don’t know what you’re saying
And I don’t really care
Let’s take off all our clothes
And cut off all our hair
We’ll swim inside our blood
While drinking in our skin
We’ll look inside our ears
And pull out every pin
We’ll give until we can’t
We’ll take until we’re full
We’ll idolize ourselves
And dive into the pool
We’ll leave behind the land
‘Cause we’re not trees or moles
We’ll rip off all the fat
And fly the sheets on poles
Now we don’t need a plan
And we don’t need to see
We don’t need all the noise
That drowns out you and me
Saying goodbye ripping through my core, stirring up sadness that is too hard to ignore
Sorrow seeping into the dirt of my soul while questioning if I will remain whole
Not pushing around the feelings coming my way
Instead leaning in to see what they have to say
Realizing the heartache is telling me how hard it is to miss
Leaving a hole in my chest the size of an abyss
But the correlation is becoming clear now
The depth of the abyss is tied to the amount of love you poured out
So give me the grief from loving hard as it's better than keeping my heart trapped behind bars
I am the storm that lost its own rhythm,
laughter flaring, then burning to silence.
Your imperfections swagger,
and scars that tell unerasable stories.
Some days I am a solid stream, unbendable,
other days, a forest fire — wild, unrelenting.
I falter, I burn too bright,
but each autumn leaves a truth inside me.
If you read me in bits and pieces, raw and randy,
know I am whole in my breaking—
a mosaic of all who stayed,
through the peace and the flame.
I am growing older
I passed the threshold of 55
And I am not reluctant at all
As I run with enthusiasm
Into old age
Not everyone gets the privilege
Of growing old
I have discovered my gifts
Of music and poetry
And I regularly engage in them
I am growing old with my soul mate
Who I have been married to for thirty years
I practice kindness and encourage others
On this long journey called life
I worship my Savior
And regularly commune with him
And marvel at Gods gifts daily
I am just a grateful woman who
Finds joy in every day
Despite the pain that life brings
Embrace your life -find your journey
Hold on to your dreams as if they were someone you truly love
In the heart's quiet glow, hope blooms, a vibrant hue, painting dreams anew, bright sunbeams aglow.
Thoughts soar, wings spread wide, kindness whispers near, lifting souls to steer toward joy's gentle tide.
In every dawn's call, promise softly sings, visions on hope's wings, embracing life's thrall.
Opposite ends of the spectrum yet somehow still makes sense
Balancing the equation without coming at my own expense
What used to be one or the other is now showing signs of decay
Black and white blending together to create a glorious shade of gray
Not attached to the ups or down as notice neither lasts forever
Nestling into the middle ground now instead to make life a little better
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