Tag: poetry

May we all build a trail

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Build a trail just for you.
Wind it between mountains,
across valleys.
Make it durable to weather storms
but malleable to change.
Carve out a little more each day,
find the destination as you go.
Your trail is your own
for you alone are in control.

May we all build a trail
unique and meaningful
curating joy and purpose.
May we hold the courage to defend our trail
against conforming ideals
and external expectations.
May we gain strength from others,
lending it to us
when we fall under attack.

May we unite with each other
to defend as one
and celebrate as many.

each stone tossed in

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Rising up from the inner depths of me
out into clear view,
reflections and thoughts I knew existed
but of only minimal understanding.

You know the right questions
to pull them forward
and persuade me to spend more time
trying to understand
and appreciate.

Though I am a small pond
with gentle flow from the warm breeze,
each stone tossed in
stirs never-ending ripples
until I am nothing
but an ocean, turbulent with waves,
everywhere.

Push through

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Fight through the urge
to turn around, to succumb,
when it feels too difficult
in the moment
to push through.
Push through anyway.
Feel the initial resistance in doing so
to then revel in the pride,
and happiness,
of taking yourself beyond the hurdle.
Push through
to feel the pride.

Breathe.

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Breathe.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Step back and take another look,
at everything.
See the storm clouds rolling away
with every exhale.
Watch until your eyes believe
and your heart understands
that this will pass,
and peace has always been here,
and can be.

footsteps, furniture and new voices

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The floor creaks under the weight
of footsteps, new and many.
Bodies rest upon furniture, furniture
which scarcely receives human contact.
Laughter and conversation
ring through the air,
of all ages and volumes.

Pushing us beyond comfort
for a few days
brings new appreciation for retreating
back, into routine and calm.

Despite temporary discomfort,
the footsteps, furniture and new voices
mean family and love are near.
Practice gratitude, and embrace
this chance, to fill your heart.

My, how snowflakes

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Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.

Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.

My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.

theme parks

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I visit a different theme park
every day it seems,
one day filled with roller coasters
and the next with gentle swings.

Today the air is warm and bright
filled with laughter, sun and cheer,
but a storm passed through a few days ago
of darkness, thunder and fear.

I never know what the weather will be
or what theme park I will attend,
but each day begins with opportunity and hope
that I shall seek to capture and defend.

fresh

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Time for a fresh start
a new beginning
in a path
I already find myself in the middle of.

Blow fresh wind into my sails
shine light anew upon the darkened corners
of my inner self
where I always felt
alone and confused and restless
upon emerging from the shadows cast there.

Bestow a new way forward
which can both replace and refresh
my projected journey
into the valley lying ahead.

Drown the sorrows

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Drown the sorrows,
the struggles, the insecurities
in the liquid
that warms your mouth and throat
and leaves a fire
in its wake
to validate your acknowledgment.

How many times have you
tasted this burn,
felt it smoldering for hours and hours?
Tell me,
does it make things better
or worse?

my past self

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I turn around,
take a look back at my past self,
read old journals
relive near-forgotten memories
and I think of her.

I yearn for her,
the young girl who thought
she had it all figured out,
a naive romantic
a dreamer.

What would it be like
to step back into those worn out Adidas shoes
and take in again her optimistic hopes
of the future, of the world beyond?

I ache for her pain,
revel in her happiness.
Some parts of her remain
in me
and other parts
I wish to recover from the buried sand.