Speak to me in ways I can hear and understand
Speak to me in the birds song
In the wind, in the rain
In the rolling waves, in the grains of sand
In the suns rays, in the moons glow
In the flitting butterfly, in the crawling ladybug
Speak to me in the strong silence
Where your voice is all I hear
Category: poetry
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The Rose
Standing in the kitchen
I see a single soft pink rose petal fall from her body
I walk over to see she is opened
Full
Waning
I feel a pang in my heart
"I want you to live forever" I plea
I draw her face close to mine
Her beautiful perfect face
She welcomes me
Whispers reassuringly,
"this is the nature of life my love..
and I love my life"Leave a comment
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Ask the question,
"What do I want to experience in this life?"
Answer honestly, truthfully
Know,
You deserve all that you dream of.
Listen for the answer..
Hold it dear..
And fearlessly move in the direction your heart points.Leave a comment
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I started to follow my own inner compass
Instead of asking for directionsLeave a comment
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Life calls us to be tremendously brave
Braver than we want to be sometimes
Tested beyond what we think we are capable of
"Let me see who you are" life demands
We know what we are capable of
Way before we enter this life
Our belief in ourselves is strong enough to know
We can face the things we are facing
We can rise
And we shall
I wrote this on a day where I felt myself shrinking, wavering in the face of one of my greatest challenges. I wasn't sure if I was brave enough that day. Or the days to come. I didn't want to decide. I was afraid I'd get the answer wrong. I was afraid I would betray myself.
I wrote this to remind me who I am. To encourage me on the days I can't seem to find my courage.Leave a comment
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If life takes you in a different direction..
Let it.
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Flip your story on its head..
Yes the pain, the sorrow, the ache
But more the strength, the resilience, the power
You are the hero of this story
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The suffering serves its purpose
It shapes you
It deepens you
It transforms you
And then there comes a time
The perfect time
Where it must be dropped
Like a hot coal
The chrysalis breaks open
And you emerge brand new
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Dreams
Let the dream come to you
Let it gently nudge you awake in the wee hours of the morning
Listen to its whispers
Let it invite you to play like your childhood best friend
Go play with great abandon
Dreams come to us
They wish to live
They float on the breeze and enter our hearts
They are meant for us
Only we know their musings, their depth, their beauty
It is up to us to nurture them
To set them free
To let them fulfill their own destiny
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The ghost
That's what the problem is
It's being around a person that makes me feel so unseen, so unloved
Like a ghost
It triggers the most primal revulsion in me
It stems from the beginning
From the time when I was most vulnerable
When I was supposed to be nurtured
When I was supposed to learn how to trust
Crazy no matter how far I've come
One holiday around her
Feels like it set me back a million yearsLeave a comment
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To all the writers, the poets, the dreamers
Thank you to all who have gone before me
Who held the torch so high
so that I could see in the dark night
I crawled and crawled
and you did not waver
The light stayed strong
Just like you said it would
"Keep going" you always implored
And now I'm here
I made it
Filled with gratitude
I see you hand me the torch
I will hold it too for those on their way
We must do this for each otherLeave a comment
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