Because you were told
That others count, before you
That others were, more important than you
You lost touch with the world within
The time will come to recover your strenght
And to be Magnificient again!
Tag: Writing
We are all artists
You may think you are not one of them.
Limits are your own, only. Some words you might have heard as a kid. Some thoughts you might have kept for years.
Till one day…
You decide to try, to give it a go.
Till one day…
You choose to change your view on the subject.
Till you take your power back. And then an unknown world reveal itself and you can fully embrace the truth of who you are.
Don’t let others words or thoughts, don’t let your memories hold you back.
Jump in it, now! And you’ll experience the magic!
Magic
Words fly by
I watch them go
Not trying anything
Just letting them flow
The Promise
If we could
Instill love
Where there is fear
The world would be
Like the paradise promised
In Between
As the flower needs
Both light and rain
I stand in between
Seaching for my place
In this fast speed world
Walking at my own pace
Welcoming night and day
As the same enlightment secret
Writing Prompt #10
The lovers breath an air
Free of smoke
Despite the fire burning
Thoughts and bodies
Consumed by the intensity
Of the embrace
Holding them close
To emptiness
This is my piece of poetry as part of Writing Prompt proposed by Mona.
Womb awakening
We are part of the same network
Blood linking us together
Your pain is not mine
And yet…
It’s written in my DNA
We’re familly
This special bond
Many pains brought together
And never we thought
It could be different
It’s time
To walk alone
No guilt in letting go
Of a story untold
No guilt in leaving
Someone ought to break
The invisible link
Of hardships
We can’t carry on
Letting the past decide
Of our future
It’s time
For each one of us
To make the choice
Of better tomorrows
May we bring forgivness
Inside
Whathever we may feel
Whathever our scars
We are the only ones
With the power
To heal each other’s wounds
By choosing ourselves
Our own growth
Our own pace
The freedom to be
Our own savior
Our best mate
Finding outside the lineage
Our own truth
Our voice
Hidden behind the veil of distress
Happiness Maker
You come from a different space
Your eyes can see inside of me
No need to hide
No way to escape
Both beauty and darkness
Of my soul
You meet me at the crossroad
Where I stand
As I am – unbalanced
Most of the time
Every day
You are giving me the chance
To grow
And the freedom
To express myself
In so many different ways
You breath life
Into my world
Where I stand my ground
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
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…
