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...
i remember the day
i saw my belle.
stood before a great glass window
and oh, she was pretty.
young eyes, innocent cheeks,
one little, beautiful heart.
my glass belle,
whole,
smiling right back at me.
carried carefully
everywhere i went.
she's a delicate one, my belle is.
if my belle were simply older,
she would be worn at the edges.
but no -
broken is the little glass doll inside of me.
hurled,
dropped,
hammered.
and now, all that remains are shards.
and yet, i prize every shard.
especially those that make me bleed -
those that will never heal -
i will cherish those for eternity.
It hurts—
because you believed the lie.
It feels unreal—
because truth feels heavy.
In a world full of flaws...
why chase perfection?
You—
were never meant to be perfect,
only real.
And that alone—
makes you enough.
It hurts—
because you believed the lie.
It feels unreal—
because truth feels heavy.
In a world full of flaws...
why chase perfection?
You—
were never meant to be perfect,
only real.
And that alone—
makes you enough.
I look at my soul killing its flaws. I appreciate it and let it do so. But when I came back to earth to show them a perfect human, I realized my mistakes made me who I am. Without my flaws, I am just a perfect human—but not me.
allow self love
be the flame
that light the
wick within
allow true love
be the energy
to keep the spark
so flame stay lit
accept your true self
for the protection
of that flame
that burn endlessly
There will come a time
when your reflection feels like home again.
You’ll open the door
to what you've been avoiding for years—
and it will be you, standing there,
unarmed, unashamed.
You will take out the old stories
you tucked away
and read them with new eyes,
not the ones who loved you then,
but through the quiet voice that has always seen you
and held you through the silence.
This time, you’ll sit
not to fill the space,
but to be present with the truth
you’ve been swallowing whole.
Receive. Settle.
Let the hunger finally rest.
There’s no need to look further than this moment,
no need to reach or strive.
The spirit is here, as steady as your heartbeat—
gentle, like the warmth of hands intertwined,
as familiar as the ground beneath your bare feet.
Listen—
in the quiet between each thought,
a soft truth emerges, complete and unshattered,
reminding us:
you are already home.
Stiil, autumnal nights.
My soul burning so bright.
Being fully, who I am.
Not a slave to any human.
11/5/2024
I’m not for every eye to see,
a quiet truth that lives in me.
Steady in heart, grounded and whole,
I guard the light within my soul.
I may not bend to each demand;
my roots hold firm where I stand.
Through scars and stumbles, I claim the road,
guided by courage to bear the load.
If I don’t fit the world’s tight mold,
I’ll shape my life with hands untold,
for I’m not bound to every frame,
and what I am won’t fear the flame.
I feared their rejection
But I still had to stand,
It hurt
My squeezed heart in their hands
I dreaded being different,
Until I found my way,
I found myself
In my thoughts throughout the day
I worried what they'd think,
Until I claimed my voice,
Their opinions held no power,
A truth that brings me joy
I feared the pain of endings,
Till I remembered the things done & said
Each closing door an opportunity,
Of new doors opening ahead
I hated being called "weak,"
Because of my empathy,
In vulnerability,
When there was strength in me.
I feared failure,
Until I learned from my mistakes—
In every stumble, every fall,
I kept moving into a better place
I feared sorrow,
Until I felt it’s burn and it’s spark—
From pain,
I birthed beauty in these marks
I feared change,
Until I made it a dance,
Rhythm and flow,
A beat in another chance
I feared solitude,
Being alone in any place
But in that loneliness
I learned to love my space.
I feared my uniqueness,
Until I believed,
In every flaw and difference,
I’m uniquely me
“Forgiveness is a funny thing.
It warms the heart and cools
the sting,”
Author: William Arthur Ward
Walking can really help daily stress.
Prayer and meditation, do I bless!
Writing poetry that fills you with pride.
Puts a lift in your step, this I do abide.
Reading a comment, makes your soul fly.
Fear not being ignored, they do come by.
Simply stated, above all, just be pure you.
You’re God’s creation, and no one is like you!
5/3/2024
If you feel guilty
Don't blame it on others will
Quite accept simply.
I want you to say no?
Do you feel like you’re enough?
Do you feel like you will ever find happiness?
Do you feel like you will ever be content?
Do you feel like you have a purpose?
Will you let that stop you?
Will you give up?
Will you stop trying your best?
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!
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