No One Left Behind Before now I had to let you go. Till now You carried your own load. From then You mended your own wounds. That time you bobbed and weaved hungry dead destroyed broken. And now a hand reaches out to you from now the light beats out the cold Here now your moment arrives to prosper. A moment strength lifts you high new renewed filled mended restored. The cold slips right off nothing touches you there are no gaps no hole for forced entry. gathered together like sand grains pulled out to sea we cling together finally free.
Author: Simone
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Nothing More Powerful
Nothing more powerful or worthy nothing more in need of praise, there is nothing else that can lift you high way above the sky nothing. arise, shine, for your light has come a light that can never be extinguished it does not burn it blazes flashing liking lightening a rumble that shakes the foundations of the earth. You shall see and be radiant You will see the truth beyond those hidden walls. no longer will will you be blinded by fear and insecurities. It is a new day! Your heart shall thrill! Know sorry no more You have conquered the unconquerable. You have power. That little pinky can slay all your giants. at your core is power an inheritance, never bought cannot be stolen. Power. Who are those who fly above the clouds? You have been raised you have been raised. That power will carry you forever, and the light shall be everlasting; Shiloh.
Emotions: if they control us, they destroy us.
Tensions are running high and our emotions are sustaining us, while fueling a fire that will consume us – if we let it. If everything we do revolves around how we feel then we are never in control. We become slaves to our emotions, where wrong becomes right and right becomes wrong and we never acknowledge or know the difference. When we are up we reach beyond the universe but when we are down we are buried in the deepest and darkest pit imaginable. This is no way to live.
When you are constantly on edge and your nerves so frazzled that your brain short circuits and makes you a hulking shivering mess, useful to everyone most of all yourself. These emotions that you may have once thrived on to get you by, have turned on you and you become their victims, trapped in a constant roller coaster of emotions. Before you know it, you are not thinking clearly, which means you cannot act decisively and you become immobile, drowning because of those emotions.
The battle is real, with landmines everywhere, the likelihood of being blown to pieces an almost sure possibility. To do everything based on how you feel each day could be doing a lot and getting nothing done, that is how harmful succumbing to our emotions can be. Those sleepless nights and binge eating sessions, are directly linked to those raging emotions – even those you think aren’t a threat. We have to see them for what they can become, a monster like Godzilla almost impossible to contain.
However, we can begin to reign it in, though it may not be easy. It is especially hard if you have become reliant on them to be companions in life, when you let them in but refuse to let them back out. They become larger than life because we give in and give up without putting up a challenge. It is only when we can find a way to take back control that we can know peace enough to be content. We just need to acknowledge that we have a problem and seek help outside of our narrow world of destructive emotions; from a source greater than ourselves.
Emotion I see deeply into your very soul you cannot hide from me I hold you prisoner you cannot escape me. I speak you but you cannot see me you feel so confused I change, shift, slip and twist every which way. Can you truly conquer me?
Clawing Back.
It may be that you are feeling suffocated by the uncertain buble in which you exist. You may feel buried alive unable to see how far gone you are, but knowing you are about to run out of air. How can you crawl your way out of this mess?
It surely will take supernatural powers- powers you don’t have. So now what? Well you may have a small plastic fork from that dinner you did not consume. It look feeble, almost ready to break, but hey, it’s all you’ve got. But no, it cannot be that you must use this feeble tool, so you wait. As you wait for your saviour you begin to get delirious. You forget that the space you occupy is so confining that you begin to stretch, only to be reminded by the sudden collapse of your lungs; what to do? Oh what do you do?
You spent so much precious time dreaming of being free, of stretching wide and far, of being carefree. It almost becomes too late and it will be too late, if you don’t get going soon. As you lay there inactive undecided and immovable, there is a constant sticking in your back – sharp enough to pierce your skin and draw blood. Suddenly you wonder if your first die from losing blood or affixation. Just when you embrace the possibility of one or both, cold water is poured on you one last time. Enough to wake you up. You must take this reprieve. It’s all you’ve got. You reach for that weapon and realise it is that stupid fork! But it’s all you’ve got.
So you start digging, trying to make your way. It takes hours, upon hours. Days upon endless days. Little by painstaking little you make progress. Will the earth cave in, swallow me whole? Well you have to continue, either way you will die, make no mistake. So you continue, your harms get so weak, you can barley – but you must continue. You dry to wet your lips but you realise that you are so parched that your tongue has grown tiger like papillae and you draw blood. But you must go one, this chance is all you’ve got. As your blood seeps in front of your vision, you wipe it and continue, there is no time to mourn the loss of life. You must contine.
Frazzled to the bone, no surrender you see a small hole. The aquifer that contains you is ready to release you. You dig enough so you can pour out, to see what lies beyond.
The Feast after the Fast
The Feast after the Fast I crawled out of the belly of a whale still in tact. The green eyed monster tried to consume me, but in this basin I was lifted to safety. Though my ribs are exposed to the elements The rain comes and washes away the crispy foam left by my decay - fresh meat. I first must die to be reborn anew afresh restored. In order to be filled I must be empty. To find true happiness I must embrace mind numbing grief. These supple limbs had to be broken in many places, there was no other way. To reach my destination I had to take a leap off the cliff - don't look down. I had to lose it all to gain. Then when all is said and done I still have to follow and not lead.
That Island
That Island There the skies are always crystal clear Turquoise blue electric. The breeze blows in one direction fate is always with you. No one blocks your view, your progress is guaranteed and your path way clear because you have permission to shape it. You need no doors to keep you "safe" nor to lock the dangers that never were there. There are no secrets to spring at you tear your integrity to shreds; to leave the ground covered with your entrails your dignity seeping slowly into dust. On that island you can truly be free - be alone to thrive blossom bloom pollinate. The cool healing rancid water cures all that the world has unleashed. There is power in those waters. From the brink of death you are made whole. There is no fear no enemy no hate only you. That Island is your safe haven it is you. That island gives you power that this world has taken. Memories are everywhere, momentos lovingly left for you to find. To tell the real story of who you are not created by human hands but fashioned by that Great One. There is no time to abuse time each moment is precious each vital. Each necessary. There you will stay - for as long as you are meant to stay. Not cut down in a murderous rage of jealousy. You will stay. As the wind ruffles hair too dense to penetrate a crown too powerful to bring down. as it massages away the knots there, in that spot you will know peace.
Being Me
Being Me
I tried to crawl -
out of me
but it would not let me be
and hacked at loose ends
waiting to be completed.
All my insides spilled out
Plop!
Blood everywhere.
I tried to melt me
to shape me
but I dried too quickly
like that hunchback I am now deformed.
Then...
then I took out my brains
set it aside, neatly
to make space for everyone but me.
But somehow my wires crossed
short circuit
explosion was imminent.
Wires got misplaced
forgotten
lost.
For all I troubles they put me away
in a cold cold room
no windows.
Left to my own devices.
Left with nothing else:
"well may I could perhaps
be
me?"
Though shaped by this Frankenstein world
I am not a monster.
ill-shaped, wires crossed
I must find a way to be me.
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