Is it Me? Is it me or did life get harder when I turned eighteen? Did the games we play turn into nightmares? Those doll house turning into true horror houses. Who knew that the fun would end and to survive we would have to bend to uncompromising wind? Though there were childhood horrors they pale against the terror of fighting untold torchbearers. Did our daily bread transform into a rocks too hard to chew and deadly to consume? Is it me or does it seem that finding the sun means fighting the rain so I can see again?
Author: Simone
Remove that Dark Cloud
Change your position and remove that dark cloud hanging over you.
This is the message I got today and I want to share it. We are all guilty for, at one time or another, chasing something that is not for us and running from what is. Have you noticed how much trouble this brings? Well it does, we deceive ourselves by thinking the way we are going is the only way and we run away from the centre of who we are. We choose to ignore where we should go and do because, we don’t like it. We see everyone else moving in a wave and it looks cool and we want to be a part of it, but we are better off going the opposite way.
We entre relationships, hold on to them when they bring us more harm than good. Then, we wonder why nothing ever works out, why people leave and why we just seem to always in the wrong crowd. We pick at the tree that is not fruitful, a tree that is not flourishing and expect to be nourished. But the roots of that tree is rotting and because we are blind we cannot see, because we have lost our sense of smell we can smell the stench that warns of the dangers and damage that this rotting tree will bring.
When things are falling a part do we really need to go down with the ship? Of course not! We need to stop going, stop thinking that if we just carry on things will get better, that things will change. But we need to be humble enough to know when to let go, to admit that the decisions we made were mistake, to say sorry and get back on the path we should have stayed on, doing what we were meant to be doing. We need to wake up in those times and do something, not read self help books and internalize what we read, we need to always be willing to do the work that will remove the dark cloud over our heads.
We all are different, but we all can relate to having those clouds over us. We need to take the time to remove them to truly talk through them, so we can experience the brilliant light hiding behind them.
Stop Cutting Onions
Stop Cutting Onions No it's not that I'm crying it's just that my eyes are sweating. What miracle- or curse- is this that I have this waterworks condition. No her pain is not the cause of the water that you see it's not the news of her passing it's the onions you see. Who said the purple ones were sweet and would not attack, my dear they are the most vicious of the lot! I think I will take a break go and lie down the burden of their juice is too great. If I stay a while longer I might drown.
Hurt people Hurt
Hurt people Hurt i am not a toy you can play with when i displease you you cannot put me away when you need me you cannot then pick me back up i am not here for your pleasure to dance and shift as your whim fancies i'm not here today and gone tomorrow like a figment of your imagination i am not a pet project a hobby that bears the essence of a novelty to wish me dead because i harmed you and to lift me up when i please you i am not your mirror to reflect what you need to see your voice that soothes your ego your pleasure is not my pain so i will not claim it you cannot know me because you have not earned that right my i will become my I now hear me! did you hear me? Yes. To divest from selfish to self-less I peeked into hell and as I did I looked deeply too deeply and saw carnage some created by me.
Let’s Reciprocate
Let's Reciprocate you have your plans and I've got mine don't expect them to align all the time, just don't see me and mine as your dime. Take what I can give and be satisfied just walk your walk look at you and let me carry this burden but let it not be a burden for two. take your time to figure you out but while you're at it do not devalue my worth! lean on me when you're not strong but let's reciprocate cause only a one side lean could be seen as hate. so though we can grow and blossom together let me tend to me and prune me while you do you sometimes from time to time or whenever.
Wanderlust
Wanderlust The itch comes upon me frequently. With great urgency my pulse beats a steady tattoo. I sit still - or try to - but nothing really works. I move here and there within the space I'm meant to but nothing really matters. I know I have responsibilities but they were not mine to choose. Each moment ticks by and with it I lie - it doesn't really matter. But can I, put my feet outside step out to an other side that will fit my outsized frame? Yet now, behind these bars I look longingly, desperately, and try to lift these weary feet.
I’m Still Blessed.
I'm Still Blessed I wade in wader almost to my head I'm still blessed. I walk bare on these embers I'm still blessed. Frost bites on top of frost bites I'm still blessed. My tears grow each day uncountable I'm still blessed. Grief stuck a blade deep in my heart I'm still blessed. I crawl across deserts unable to walk I'm still blessed. My eyes gorged out by injustices I'm still blessed. slowly I bleed out everywhere I'm still blessed. mutilated for my humanity I'm still blessed. In chains I must rise daily I'm still blessed. Thrown over cliffs to swim or sink I'm still blessed. Into an empty I've been caste I'm still blessed. Left to starve on my own bile I'm still blessed. My anchor holds me down the sun still rises in the east each morning My tremulous heart still beats A light guides me comes out of me and tells me you still have a reason you're still blessed.
