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Stimulate this for change
Walk the straight and narrow
Watch your steps along the way
What seems so simple is really truly hard
It's a tight rope of hope
Everything hangs in the balance
One slip up one trip away to an end
Condescending it may be
But who in their right mind wants to change
So predictable so perfectly insane
Sanity looks down here comes that fear
Here comes those thoughts
Why don't I just jump it's not technically a fall
But a most sudden end to an unpredictable life
How does change become the demon
When it haunts your thoughts twist them around
Change becomes an enemy with no equalvalte
It's the actions to avoid
It's the easy solution
Running away seems so effective
But what if I told you it's a freedom
It's a rewrite in the course of your history
Your existence doesn't account for it
It's propaganda to so many
To embark in change to carry on it's not so simple characteristics gives you a power a jolt to the madan
It's accomplishment it's belonging it's comfort in your own skin
Who doesn't want that?
It's not a clear path it's not mapped out for you it's not a birth rite
It's a matter of clarity and peace being able to seek it
Exchange it cultivate it creates excitement lavishes in self acceptance
Change is not a monster
It should not be feared
It should be embrace because with change comes happiness
And that in itself is worth every mistake made .
Two souls, one song
Conquering their own demons
By self acceptance and love
With no boundaries
Two hearts, one beat
Sharing each other's battles
With faith as their weapon
And unconditional love the prize
Crying on each other's shoulder
As they watch the tears wash away
The pains and fears of yesterday
And each knows they're home
Deep within each other's eyes
They see a beautiful future unfold
Soft comfort replacing anxiety
Suffering quashed by their love
Deep down they're confident
That if the sun doesn't shine for days
And the dark clouds don't clear
The light within will illuminate bright
Two become one in harmony
Stripped bear of all guilt and shame
Standing unguarded, emotionally naked
With purity and trust their clothing
(A collaboration with ©Patrick McDonagh)
There once was a man,
And he thought his skin was too white,
He got a little tan,
Started eating rice
But he started thinking,
What's wrong with myself?
Was god wrong making my skin?
Am I rejected, or doing this made me win?
Who you were, you still are,
It's the inside that matters,
You don't have to argue for other's sake!
No one is perfect,
Don't think that you are
If you think that your health doesn't matter,
And people don't tell you the truth,
What is science, is science,
Don't take the other route!
No one is perfect,
And no one can truly be,
If how you look matters to you,
There is just something that you don't see.
No one is perfect,
But you are perfect in the way you are,
Health, a real truth,
No one tells lies, and there are no aliens on mars!
There are no secrets,
And in this era you are not 'oppressed',
Achieve something or do something that is true!
You are perfect in the way you are,
So stop being distressed!
This is for anyone who was ever rejected by their family. It is a deep wound and it's challenging to overcome. But healing is a process and you are loved and cared for by God and His Angels.
I have a family member who was born gay in the 1950s, when it was even more challenging than it is today. He was beaten by his father and really struggled with his identity and self-acceptance. He never managed to live his life freely and with self-love. It's a sad and moving story, and I wish I could've changed this experience for him; but that would require a time machine and a few miracles.
Let's be free of judgement and prejudice. Let's love and accept each other for our magnificent light and humanhood. No one is truly better than another, no matter what we think or feel.
Remember: The Universe needs you. You're special and a blessing.
I am worthy
By Michelle Morris
30/03/2023
You're my parents
You brought me into this world
I'm a part of your family
You're part of my soul
We're connected
Through time and space
Through our soul contracts
Our relationship and soul lessons
As I grew older
Developed into myself
I realised that I
Was different from others
But I knew of your bias
Your fears and bigotry
And realised that my
Authentic self was hideous
To you, to our family
And it made me insecure
About where I stood
In this big, big world
The lesson I had to learn
Was to love myself
For who I am
No matter the doubt
For I am a blessing
I am worthy of love
I am worthy of dignity
Kindness and support
A life of happiness
Joy and acceptance
I know the Universe
Needs my essence
Each of us is part
Of a greater pattern
Sparks and energy
Quarks and atoms
God and His Angels
Guide and bless my path
For I'm part of the Universe
Part of its precious heart
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Many in the limelight aim
Despite diverse back rounds they came
Whether a regular Joe Schmoe
or a ma dames
For stratospheric fame
Sought after imprimatur
like some competitive games
Possibly an ordinary Jonny comb lately
or the common Jimmy James schmuck oh
Maybe known by some handi
capping them as lame
Transcending unsightly infliction
unwilling to let being maim
(This from drafted
scarred acquiring above name)
Yet overcoming any stigma or shame
Proving that prejudice
against bloody carnage
can replaced with pride
against cooling jets fiery angry flame
With self-acceptance
sans love of self would tame.
I remember I fell through that wooden floorboard.
I was careless where I stepped, and the weight of my mistake made me fall right through.
I remember the embarrassment I felt... it nearly broke my self-esteem.
I can hear them use their traitorous tongues.
I remember I walked carefully over those wooden floorboards.
I see their eyes glare and hear the whispers of people who judge me for treading so cautiously.
I am wary of what they are saying. ..of what they may think.
I walk confidently around that wooden floor.
I am aware of their judgements and their hateful glares.
I don't care what they think.
I no longer have to tread so carefully.
I can run free.
I remember...
The blame
Was God wrong when he created
You like you and me like me?
Did he have the right, I wonder
For many seem to disagree
Some were born of certain gender
But one day they came to find
That the body they were given
Was not useful to their kind
Others did not feel too happy
About their features or their shape
How they wished for an alteration
Just as long as they could escape
All the sadness and frustration
The embarrassment and shame
None of this is what they wanted
And on God they put the blame
Why did he not take precaution?
Why did he not know and see
That a person flawed and broken
Can not be completely free?
So they start making some changes
Mind you, they will not be judged
Even if they become mutants
Even if they end up botched
In their quest for sheer perfection
Self-acceptance, inner peace
They are fooled by human standards
And this offers no release
And whatever change they’re making
Because the urge to fix was strong
One thing will remain for certain
God our Maker was never wrong.
Wendy Nipas
Praise the breadth of the spiritual gifts with limitless
Love that manifests to empower each other.
Uplifting unity, reminding us of God’s ultimate gift of love through Jesus’s
Mercy-ripened limbs, and sharing emotional compassion.
Profound state of self-acceptance in tranquility and harmony.
A spiritual love; learning to listen to a true loving bond
To strengthen inner peace, a humble bond to the Father.
Under His protection, when we unlock the door for Him,
We enter a meadow of scattering light of dawn, tall grass
And blooming flowers, and the serene beauty of twilight eventide hues.
I lost so many days,
Trudging through that battle field,
Struggling under the weight of armour,
Tired of putting up my shield.
Precious time lost stuck in turmoil,
Always at war with my mind,
Looking for a way to take control,
Seeking the peace I craved to find.
I chose to take the torch,
Relighting the spark burnt out inside,
Fuelling a brand new way of life,
One that I now live with pride.
No longer a hostage of my history,
Taking the pen to write my own story,
As I live, present and in the moment,
For the first time ever, I feel free.
I'm still a work in progress,
Piece by piece, slowly becoming whole,
But self acceptance now fills my heart,
A warming glow now lines my soul.
For years I thought I was lost,
Convinced that's how it'd always be,
Until I became confident in my authenticity,
Realising all along, that, home is here in me.
John Keats - I continue to adore Keats's lush, sensuous language and his odes to beauty, nature, and love, which can deeply resonate with some of my own poetry's yearning and delicacy.
Emily Dickinson - Dickinson's quiet intensity and exploration of death, eternity, and inner life has appeal to my introspective side.
She and I share a fierce independence of spirit and a love for solitude.
Edna St. Vincent Millay - I admire Millay's bold, feminist voice and her exploration of desire and independence.
Millay's mastery of sonnet form and ability to capture the fleetingness of passion has after multiple readings come to resonate with me.
Pablo Neruda - Known for his passionate love poems and deep connection to nature, Neruda has come to enchant me with his visceral imagery and emotional honesty.
His poems about the natural world might feel like kin ship to me, my own.
Mary Oliver - I feel at home in Oliver's reflective, nature-based poetry.
I have come to love Oliver's reverence for the world, finding in it a continuation of her own themes of beauty and spiritual communion with nature.
Sylvia Plath - I would definitely appreciate Plath's courage in delving into the complexities of self, identity, and mental struggle.
While my tone of poetry has now through evolution grown more gentler, I feel a kinship in Plath's exploration of one's inner life.
Rainer Maria Rilke - With his mystical tone and contemplative exploration of love and solitude, Rilke would be a poet that I have come to admire.
His 'Letters to a Young Poet' would also resonate as advice one might give to aspiring poets.
Louise Glück - Known for her somber tone and introspective lyricism, Glück would fascinate me with her exploration of loss, longing, and family dynamics.
I admire Glück's precision and haunting imagery.
Langston Hughes - I would appreciate Hughes's musicality, social consciousness, and exploration of personal and collective identity.
His poems on love, hope, and perseverance would feel to me like hymns of survival and resilience.
Ada Limón - I would likely be drawn to Limón's modern voice and her intimate, conversational style that draws readers into an emotional landscape. Limón's poems of self-acceptance, connection to nature, and resilience would feel like a refreshing evolution of the lyricism that I have come to cherish.