November

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November is said
To be the darkest month of all
Year coming to an end
Cold days and long nights

November is said
To bring back memories
Old beliefs spreaded by sad witches
Colors faiding into dullness

November is said
To come with nonsense
Emptiness filling the space
Hands full of madness

November
Time to close a chapter
Leaving behind the old
Getting ready for the next aventure

Despite the silence

Awake at night
I wish I could feel
Your breath against
My bare skin

I keep your absence
At a distance
By fear of scars
Messing with the present

I wish I could
Sweep them away
I wish I could
Erase darkness

Just like this
Just with the power
Of my thoughts

But at times
It’s back and with it
Chaos and Tears

I don’t seem to be able
To master them
So I fall with them

I escape the world
I move away from your touch
I let silence do the talking

I am grieving, alone
So you won’t have to take care
Of my broken soul
Once again

Sense, Comfort and Peace

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Always sharing the good. May it be in bad or good times.

Always remembering why we’re getting up each day, why we believe and hope in the midst of chaos.

So many men and women lived through troubled times. Without giving up what they believed in. We are as able as them.

So why do we keep on pointing out the worst, the dark of this world?

Why do we need to talk on and on about how worst worries?

We are the ones building the world, and if we are not able to change every single decision and every single thing that happens, we can at least focus on what makes sense and what bring us comfort and peace.

What do you think?

The life we choose

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Nothing ever prepared us to live a life that was not meant for us. We spent years trying to figure out what the world wants, how to be accepted, recognized, how to fit in. And one day we discover that all of this, is complete builshit.

Our truth lies in childhood fun and dreams. It’s where it started and where it will end, only if we give ourselves the chance to let go of all limits we put on our path, of all “I should” we built, of all “not enough” we thought.

It’s not a matter of chance. It comes with understanding that the life we have has nothing to do with the life we want. It’s our choice to follow our heart or to keep going the way we do. It’s not right or wrong. It’s what appeal to us at a moment in time.

And we all know that one moment can change a whole life!

Where I stand my ground

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Find your truth inside

Making choices is kind of hard to me. I tend to come and go and change my mind many times a day when I need to take a decision or make a move. I find it even hard to chose between yoghurts at the supermarket, so…

I always wait – too long – for people’s approval. It may never come. Still it reassures me at times. But it keeps me dependant of what others are thinking, which come with their perception of a specific situation. That may not be mine at all.

There is one subject, thought, where I do stand my ground, despite what everybody else think and would rather do – if they’re me – they’re not, thank God!

This is about my son’s dad. For me it’s no relationship except what was stated in the divorce papers. I don’t care that he is his father – I think this is complete bullshit by the way, I mean a father is a man who cares about his child, and not about himself only.
Anyway. I am not tender with him. I will never be. I will never trust him anymore. Maybe it sounds harsh but I know him. And I know he is no good for his son. Never will be, except maybe if he realize one day (I doubt it!) the mess he’d done and take responsability for it.
I gave enough of my joy, faith, love, enough of my time, money, spirit for this guy.

I remember being angry in the past towards people who could not understand and kept telling me to be more gentle and accept that people may change.
But who can really understand this feeling of opression and being manipulated with each word said or written?
I am the one with the experience, the one with the remains of the past, the one who struggled and rebuilt my life day after day. I am the one with the knowledge of what I can give and what can’t be given – a second chance.

So I let people have their ideas on the subject. Mine is not to be challenged!

In the process of change

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One day at a time…

Changes are made of dust that we ought to let go
Dust can be everywhere
All the little things we thought we had swept away long ago
Still there
Still waiting
Like memories attached
Not wanting to be put in the first garbage can

Changes are full of excitment et fears
We only know what we wish to leave behind
And we know nothing of what’s ahead of us
We hope for the best
We hope
Sometimes it’s enough
Sometimes we go back to old habits and even lies
Just cause it feels safe in a way

Changes are processes
Nothing will happen overnight
Like a good tea
They need to brew enough
So we can make the move

One day at a time…