my first awakened me
daily ones sustained me
flutteringly fast ones escalated my anxiety
deep, intentional ones calmed me
shallow ones generally got me through the day
focused ones had me reflect on my shit
roughly 25,000 times a day
normal means breathing for my life
i don’t control it
it controls me
awake or asleep
the day will come
when no craving for air exists
when i’ll take my last breath
and i will be at peace
a person’s being
guiding kernels embedded
the truth trickles in
we try to make a good impression
but the presentation is a show
for who we really are
lies in how we see ourselves
birthed from love
new arrivals give rise
to exquisite excitement
clutching on for dear life
our existence fills our numbered days
the highs bright, and the lows dim
a promised end
gives utterance to last words
remarking on a praise-worthy, shiny human being
without art, music, or writing
how does one convey
the nuances of existence
or fine-tune the feelings we all experience
those creatives born to this world
strive to master understanding
through story-telling with words, music, and images
they heal, they evoke, they help soothe the aches of living
we celebrate and can laugh with what we hear, feel, and see
artists are precious gifts in this world
their perspectives do add so much to our day-to-day
they can uplift us as well as empathize with us
and the world is a better place because of those who give us—with their words, notes, and art—a deeper meaning to our existence
we bend under pressure
and sustained battery to the psyche
and yet
ironically, those “contributions” can raise the quality of life
our troubles and the suffering surrounding us
can become extinct when the beauty of love shows up
when we treasure the existence of humanity
and gift it what it needs
those weakened
can begin again with renewed strength
Redux
life’s cruelty held me down
it dampened me
became hardened even
but there lies
determination within
it resides deep down
in the folds of my being
from this place of
darkness and
stoic bravado
i will emerge
i will rise
watch me become
Originally posted 3/28/2019 on I Write Her, presented with revisions.
adventures await
rise up to the occasion
lessons on the way
Glad to be back again! I will share more in a few days. :)
love is a calm feeling
speckled with acceptance and joy
bringing to us
a hope eternal
in the presence of peace
the air feels uncomplicated
and an internal burgeoning smile
lifts your entire being
Redux
tragedy, angst, fear
escapism needed now
dreams save a kid’s life
Posted originally on I Write Her, 3/28/2019.
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