Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #185
at times
life will be monumentally hard
remember
you got this
at times
joy appears as if out of nowhere
remember
relish those moments
at times
friends will disappoint
remember
they’re human just like you
at times
love will save the day
remember
that’s its purpose
at times
let acceptance, happiness, forgiveness, and pure intentions guide you
remember
live your life honorably
Redux
There once was a feisty girl from Berlin.
Blonde and smart with legs built for sin.
Being direct, explicit and honest,
she was only slightly modest.
Good on her feeling free in her skin!
Originally published 8/20/2018 on I Write Her.
As writers and poets, our work reveals our response to the people, places, and things we encounter. Sometimes, we provide wisdom too. But mostly, we unveil who we are.
Who You Read On the Page by Penny Wilson
Who you read
on the page
is a process
of excavating
one’s mind
Perhaps
not your
mind
But
the writer’s
You
aspire
to unveil
the meaning
interpret
the intent
I am gregarious
initiator
risk-taker
eagerly anticipating
the unknown
But the subconscious
alights on old stories
gathers sanctimonious
rumours of unworthiness
spits out shame
and rage
Reveals the truth –
I am vulnerable.
Redux
expand into your uncomfortable zone
relish the anguish
capture your strength
propel into your future
just because you dared
Originally published 8/19/2018 on I Write Her. Posted here with revisions.
Redux
i feel the incessant battles
of internal opposing forces
my personal war
feelings clashing
emotions raging
peace alluding me
rational thoughts tip-toe in intermittently
it’s a daily challenge
every minute
of every day
seeking tranquility in the chaos
hoping for a forced equilibrium
but usually tossed about by my innate human nature
developing intentional maturity
gains me some stability
slow and teetering baby steps
in the direction of wisdom
age and experience lend a hand
slowing down the urge to take up arms
so fed up
and just tired and weary
the beginning of acceptance
or true insight
not really sure
the continual striving for harmony during this brief stint
a life well-lived
i hope
with death comes peace
ending a lifetime of struggle
balancing the scales
i will not know it though
sure doesn’t seem fair
Originally published 8/13/2018 on I Write Her. Reposted with revisions.
Redux
Life is an ever-changing plan of existence.
Let’s sing a song of acceptance, being perfect already.
The layers of uniqueness, whatever the condition,
accept them, revel in them, love them, and Just Be you.
It’s not perfect, but it’s mine. Tim Minchin
Originally posted 7/30/2018 on I Write Her.
Redux
There you are, hidden in the magic.
The mystery of personhood waiting to evolve.
Wishing to be found, but stuck deep within.
Fear shutters the essence of being so much of the time.
It takes courage to push off the debilitating, oppressive hand of inadequacy.
Defeat gives us rage to rise up and out.
Or not.
Show our true selves or remain comfortably nestled within?
Originally published July 18, 2018 on I Write Her.
Redux
Originally posted on I Write Her 7/8/2018. Published here with revisions.
my thoughts are unique
or are they
am i an original
or just a borrower from the inspirers of my past
i fear the quality words
will all have been spoken
i wonder when it’ll all have been said
will my voice be muted before i die
before i leave my mark…
Inspired by Sadje’s What do you see #126
please shed your mask, dear
present me the real you
you’re safe with me
Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #197 & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Journey
my life, this winding and criss cross journey
enduring the setbacks nature often offers
forces an accounting of my true self’s mission
while i critiquely reflect within my soul
the revelation – the person i see in the mirror is not me
it hurts that i’ve lived with this stranger for so long
i vow…
no more continuing to plod along how others want me
i’ll take the reins now to forge paths more to my liking
my destiny means claiming my glory and being wholly present
I Write Her 