There are some eminent people
who are true epitomes of bravery
they carry arms to fight against
the enemy and unfurl the flag of victory!
But at times, they become the war casualty
who lose their arms and survive shortly
Pitying glances fall as they live a life of disabled
But their high self esteem shouts, "You stand differently abled",
They shine bright and earn a unique identity
because they don't let go any coming opportunity
to restart the game of life as it was priorly
even if in a new way and hence they inspire many
Many of whom have a hard way to heal
and have courage to live their life normally...
One solitary goose was not part of the team
One solitary goose had high self esteem
One solitary goose had a scheme due to a dream
Of flying solo to steal the show
He flew high and higher than the others
Winging down his sisters and brothers
And now his remains stuck on a planes propellor
Poor super goose, poor little fella
Whilst in the distance a skein flies free
Together and onwards from solitary he.
I want to paint your nails Mrs. Kay.
No, I say. It might hurt.
She rolls her eyes and says, "Painting your nails doesn’t hurt!"
I say," I have heard it is like having your hair cut. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
She slaps herself in the forehead.
She is nine, and is easily lured in.
We have a little talk.
She is pro nail polish; I am con, telling her I think it will hurt.
She is trying to reason with me; I pretend I am fearful.
She is a drama queen, and totally overreacts.
We are friends at school.
She wants to be in my office all the time.
She has NO problems; high self esteem, but she loves me.
I had asked for her at this time and her teacher said she could not come.
Ten minutes later the teacher sent her down.
I am sure she was bugging the teacher to let her come.
The coach walks by, and she says, "“There is the coach. I am going to ask her if it hurts to paint your nails.”
She opens the door and yells, "Coach, does it hurt to paint your nails?”
I do not even have to nod my head.
The coach says, “Oh, yes. It hurts as if you are on fire.”
The eight-year old leaves us saying, “you are both crazy”.
We smile at each other.
Exhausted
I once loved a man so much, that I yearned for his touch.
His complex issues, were so confusing.
Bruising our emotions.
Where we once joyfully danced to, Pachelbel Canon In D.
The pain he carried from the past I did not know; as he was not aware of mine.
Laughing by the beach.
Playing baby Einstein for our little ones.
In the blink of an eye it all came undone.
Like a broken hearted song.
I tried to understand, he pushed me away.
Causing a couple of greys.
He is now quite revengeful, this man I once knew.
His love grew to hate, in a voice that berates.
If only time could have put our love on pause so we could mature as a team.
Then I could build a defense from his high self esteem.
That only demeans.
Yet fails to redeem.
This generational pain, and abuse beat me down.
Now I wear a permanent frown.
Exhausted from your put downs.
I've decided to start living the dream,
maybe life wouldn’t be so difficult-
I would wear security and high self-esteem
walking down rough roads without pain,
where only carefree moments remain-
my family and I make the perfect team...
a kismet of hope lives on, easy to sustain
wealth is not the treasure of a golden gem,
nor can monetary riches bestow joy;
for when difference comes, I shan’t judge them,
embracing cultures different from mine
can make the future of life’s stars align-
fighting the ones who choose to condemn,
helping others to embrace dreams too ~divine~
as I write this, I realize the dream I AM living...
and I shall fulfill my soul through love and giving
October 18th, 2019
We tend to lose ourselves, while searching for a stranger.
Someone who isn't our souls,
Match from our creator.
Stay true to yourself.
Do what makes you smile.
Never change who you are
Love everything your about.
Stand tall and walk with pride
Never be ashamed.
Your difference is unique
A gift our Lord specifically gave.
If one can not accept
Your confidence and high self esteem
They must still be searching
On to the next
Leave them be.
I know the tribulations you face
I know the laughter you keep inside
I know the race is too much for your pace
I know the tears you reveal and hide
I KNOW...don't remind me
I KNOW...can't you see?
You know me by now I think
Our hearts begin to sink
I know the fears you try to fight back
I know the remorse that abides by your side
I know vast grace will embrace you and get you right on track
I know the cheers you show off with your smile so wide
I KNOW...I'm the fool for thinking I'm wise
I KNOW...I've been believing in fairy tale lies
You think you know me to the extreme
Well, humility is above high self-esteem
I want you to have a good mindset
I can't stand, seeing you upset
And I gotta let go of utter regret
I bet you understand...you know , yet...
You don't know...
What I know...
I KNOW we have a tendency to be selfish
But, my wish for you is happiness, not anguish
I KNOW we will get along sooner or later...we will tread this Narrow Path together...all I say is true
But, we must meet each other's standards...be on each other's level...I promise I won't betray you
I met a friend by chance! It was in a schoolyard
when I first saw her glance
We shared all our secrets our hopes and our dreams
believing that we, would have high self esteem
Two hearts broken in half, different stories
with different past
She showed me to love my father
how to grieve for my mother
These years we have jouneyed both near and apart
keeping each other close in our hearts
Her comfort to me, in all of my days
was God's promise, "I will be with you always"
This friendship we share is true, none compare
a gift from above, when I first saw you there
Use to be big as a whale, jail of shopping spree's. Too big to feel confident and have a
high self esteem. The beam of being accepted , broke a long time ago. Lets go back to when
I was small and all was good. Now I'm bigger than a hood of a car. And there you are... a
perfect size five but in my eyes, you look like a size one. Done being this way, i want to
change. So we aim for the best and let the rest fall into place. The race to thin, before
its too late....don't need that last plate. Throwing up what i ate, with regrets of eating
it. Not willing to quite and give in. I want to get rid of this double chin. Getting it
in, all this fat, into one pair of slacks. Acting like I'm okay but today i crack. Every
harsh name i was called is remembered, every piece of food that i touched my fingers form
tears, every sugar filled soda, provides a sniffle. Every ice cream sundae, provides a
throbbing reality check. Will i stand strong or become a wreck?
(Dedicated to every person ever teased for their weight)
I can't fix who or what I am,
this conflict within myself I know not from where it stems.
I cannot love another if all I know is hate and sadness,
when I lay down mental anguish turns to madness.
Not ever knowing control within a broken mind.
Disguising my anger and sadness with foolish lies,
only to meet my own demise.
Fooling myself for what I thought I wanted to be,
there is no end in sight, I will never be free.
Free to hold a smile and mean it,
some day's, this life I want to quit.
I've destroyed a good soul,
and I deserve to rot in a hole.
It was not on purpose, for I know not what I do,
only when you tell me, I am the fool.
Maybe one day I'll have a high self esteem
but until then my mind will shout and scream.
When at first we met, I was drawn to
your high self-esteem.
So many goals, you were aiming high
and you dared to dream.
Thanks to me, you've been awakened
to your present state.
Your weakened mind is unable to depict any emotion,
be it love or hate.
I began mocking you, the frustration was so unbearable
you broke down and became depressed
Now, you couldn't even last a week without me
your mind in a state of utter distress.
Can you even look back to when you were a portrayer
of clean living and good health?
You used to think up such nonsense
you were just deluding yourself.
Sometimes I think maybe I've gone too far
when I watch you
during my little episodes
of self-denial.
I'm just growing bored as I watch you
sitting there calmly rocking,
with your blank stare
and ungleaming smile.