They say circumstances don’t define you
but they certainly can reveal.
In the midst of crisis,
you’ve become a person who can heal.
A person who can mold and bend,
more flexible than you thought.
A giver and receiver,
blooming from your most vulnerable spot.
Through the tornado and turmoil,
you’ve stood strong like a tree.
And if these circumstances have revealed you,
then I love who you’ve proven to be.
My hope for you this New Year
is forgiveness of yourself and others,
revival of what matters most,
relationships with friends and lovers.
My hope for you is motivation,
bigger dreams, and inspiration.
Realistic goals and follow through,
these things are my hope for you.
My hope for you this New Year
is healing what you’ve broken;
repairing, mending, letting go
of all apologies left unspoken.
I hope when you look back to where
you were this time last year,
you’re in an entirely different place.
Your truest self is ever near.
I hope that you have grown and changed.
With open arms embrace the pain,
search for joy, and new love, too.
These things are my hope for you.
New Year’s Eve
It’s hard to believe
Has finally creeped up on us
Time ran out
From last December
We failed to do what we promised.
But the day has come
We can write anew
About all the things
We ought to see and do
Lights flashing
Music blasting
Midnight kisses
Dreams and wishes
12 O’Clock, the moment haunts us.
It’s safe to say the pressure’s on us.
I know that Joy is right around the corner from me
Peaking out with its familiar face
Trembling that we’ll miss eachother
With fear that she’ll not recognize me
Smiling, bright eyed
I wait for
Joy.
I loved every bit of you
every hair on your head
I thought this was clear
though the words went unsaid.
I figured you’re brilliant
And you’d know as well as I
That we’re made for each other
Our ribbon’s hung in the sky.
But you proved less present
than I originally thought.
Or perhaps, I’ve proved more hopeful
than the love that we’ve wrought.
Our most difficult task is to live in the present
Yes, this must be our most difficult task
To live truly free, from the angst of the future
All chains broken, from the links of the past
Our most pressing issue, our deepest concern
Our happiness well, the love for which we yearn
All here in the present, waiting for us
Though it is difficult, meet there we must
The only place where God exists
The here, the now, a heavenly bliss
While all the world serves to distract
To live in the present, our most difficult task.
So cute and cuddly
How I’m blessed by such a thing
A fuzzy ball of fur and joy
Who gives me cause to sing
A funny little love bug
Who stares at me for clues
Yet in his eyes, I see No Thing
‘Cause in his eyes, is You.
Constant Lovers
yearning for each other
day after day
a fairytale they chose.
A difficult choice
as what the fairies don’t voice
is by definition…
the lovers are froze.
Suffering is
the dark cloud
that produces tears
like
rain
watering the flower
of compassion,
enabling it
to
grow.
Found this in an old journal of mine and thought it was kind of sweet. It portrays a wise insight told from the eyes of an innocent, inquisitive, and observant little girl (me;).
“Size”
If all size is, is a number
that helps us choose which jeans to buy
then why does it matter so?
I mean why has it caused people to get sick
or sometimes even die
when their real size will never show?
If it’s a guy or friend
who’s telling you your weight is wrong
Then you definitely do not need them
Walk away, be strong.
So tell me if you would,
exactly what does size mean?
Is it the way people judge us?
Or the number on our jeans?
Now life is short
and bodies weren’t made to hate.
So please don’t let life pass you
because you’re worrying about your weight.