Tag: poem

play. challenge. try again.

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Why are you drowning in the worry,
in the anxiety,
of trying again?
You are a different person now
than when you tried it before.

You fear breaking the rules
that only exist
because you placed them upon yourself.
Let them go.
Take the rug and shake it out the back door
watch those dusty, useless rules
scatter into the wild, outdoor air
and settle somewhere else.

Be in this life to play, to create,
to challenge.
Be in this life to follow the beat
of your own heart
and sing her song.

whispered requests for love

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Look down at your hands,
see the redness exposed in the deep layers of skin
underneath the outer.
The outer layers are gone.
The deeper skin, vulnerable;
often hidden away and protected
now can breathe its own air.
Feel the tenderness of each fingertip,
listen to their whispering requests for love.

How many other facets of the body
also whisper requests for love to you,
staying hidden in the deep, base layers
of who you are?
Though hidden from eyesight,
can you feel them?
Travel through the body with breath and presence
to locate and hear the whispers.

Rest now, dear one.
Skin and tissue will regenerate with time, and love.
Praise the sacrifices your body gifts,
praise its commitment to your life.
Rest now.

the energy of a different wind

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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

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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?

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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.

weather permission

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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.