Trust me when I say:
Take things one breath at a time.
You will get through this.
pursuing the admirable quest
I see how hard you push yourself
to chase your dreams
and become the best version of you.
It will never end,
this admirable quest you pursue.
Even when you feel alone
and question your purpose,
keep going,
for I see you,
and I believe in you.
the energy of a different wind
Upon receiving external validation
for my thoughts,
for my behavior,
for my existence,
a new wind gusts into my sails.
Fresh momentum to fuel my journey
across the ocean,
a newfound confidence
swims up to the surface
assuring me of an accurate voyage.
I learned to feel it
I learned to seek it
I learned to wait for it.
Trusting the energy
of a different wind
take time.
for those trapped in the fog
Sometimes
we travel so far down a path
to look back, in search of the road signs
that led us astray,
is to see a fog so dense
all the eyes can see, is gray.
You deserve better treatment
than you’re receiving.
Anyone does.
Hold on.
Stand your ground.
Eventually,
fog succumbs to the sun.
is an explanation enough?
Is it enough
to reach a realization at the end,
to finally have in hand
an explanation
of why I feel the way I do?
An explanation
cannot replenish
the time lost, energy wasted,
minutes and heartbeats traded for depression
because at the time,
I could see no other option.
Is it something, though?
Can it kickstart the sheep
as I try to fall asleep tonight?
At the time,
I could see no other option.
land of daydreams
Wondering
if we shall ever
cross paths again
leads me to the land of daydreams
where anything is possible.
flip the coin
There’s a possibility
it won’t work
but
there’s a possibility
it will.
Flip the coin.
weather permission
There are days
like today
I need the weather
to grant me permission
to slow down.
Fluffy clumps of frozen water
fall in a parade
beyond the window pane.
Hypnotizing.
Fighting my body
to move, to work,
to achieve productivity.
Fighting against will.
Sit, rest,
watch the snow fall.
This is needed, too.
back home
Back home
to reality
of the daily routine
mundane in comparison
to protected time in a bubble, for sport.
Back to the dishes piled high in the sink,
dust settled on the furniture,
the pen and paper on the kitchen counter
picked up every now and then
to note another to-do
not to be forgotten.
Back to the commitment
of, every day,
working to better myself,
carving away more marble from the sculpture
of the life I want to live,
bringing it into the light.
the rush slows down
If you asked me where the last weeks have gone
it would take me a while
to remember, and answer.
Flying in the spaces
between the lines on the to-do list
to get there faster.
Planning for the future
making the most of time,
to stay in the present moment
will put me behind.
Today, the rush slows down
I can enjoy stillness for moments more
though it feels foreign to me now.
To stay on the surface is easy.
To find the still waters beneath;
beautifully difficult.
Dawning Words 