when my life is done
i assume my soul
or immaterial part of my being,
will leave the physical structure
of bones and flesh
as the two part will i
have a chance to look at myself
see who i was
or as someone i
never got to know
or will they be the same
i’ve never been comfortable
in my own skin
literally and figuratively
mostly overweight,
rarely fit and never skinny
insecure often reticent
to express how i really feel,
what will i look like tomorrow
in some sort of box,
whole en route to a hole
or reduced to ashes
spread on the ocean
or in an urn, on a mantel
will i feel disconnected
more so than in life
unable to communicate
unable to be understood
did i make good use of my time
who decides that anyway
right now, today, i regret little
i believe every action in life
led me to where i am
right now, today,
i am mostly satisfied
but is satisfied enough
would i do my life over
if i had the chance,
and if so, would i change anything
what if i found out
this is as good as it gets
Burrowed deep,
within a physical structure,
a soul exists,
obscure;
locked behind an emotional gate,
desperately seeking the key of fate
that will unlock, releasing this spirit
from the ruins
of despair
onto a journey elsewhere,
soaring free of mental bondage
to that extraordinary place
known
as her own.
©Ana Espinola Collins
Start with Gratitude
Start with Gratitude
Let the rest unravel itself
Waste no more imagination on worry
Or self-doubt
Who you were is irrelevant
What you’ve been through is inconsequential
Release that
Sanction its power
You are beauty
You are light
You are Divinity
Manifested in physical form
Squander no more words on negativity
Become clear of what it is you desire
Ignore the how
Have abundant faith
Enjoy each living moment
Heart’s desires are on their way
Un-learn that mis-education
All is not as it seems
Your eyes have fooled you
Into believing that
The physical structure of your life
is a valid reality
You possess the power
to create your own reality
Like attracts like
Its simple law
Awaken
Love is an awesome force
Love
BE Love
Gratitude appreciates the present
Be grateful
Laughter heals the soul
Laugh
Happiness brings more happiness
Be happy
attract the like…
Excerpt from Seven Days of Gratitude www.nefretitim.com
A night so bewitching
As the shadows cast a sense of dominance
Doors that rattle and bars that won’t bend
Clawing and struggling in the frightful physical structure
She is the caged rat
Waiting in the lab as though she was forced to eat rotten food
Ailments lay a bed of warning
The daily strife that starts the mourning
Of the death that waits
Inside so hopeless and safe when left alone
When left alone
For her heart would rise if let out of the demise
But for now she fights in silence
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