there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.
2012
Tag Archives: self
Meet me halfway
Will you meet me halfway?
or must I
stay within the lines
of your chosen comforts?
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Will I be myself when I’m fixed on
suiting you?
following blindly
feeling empty & lost
And filled with only your approval?
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The answer I KNOW is NO.
(I refuse to unlearn
A lesson so painfully tested and taught.)
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I want to know…
Are we just wasting each other’s time?
Until you can
Who knew
Letting go sometimes
Can be more harder than you need things to be.
It’s ok to hold on
Until you can.
Lost & Finding
*I don’t know how this will work but I’m going to try…I would like to create a piece that prompted asoulwalker’s thoughtful and sage response.
“Lost & Finding”
There were days i wrote
Even then i curbed my words
Hid from their meaning
Scoffed at the emotion and fervour with which i wrote…
And i lost.
I lost myself
I lost my drive
I lost my joy
I lost.
And when I finally said i cannot do this anymore…
I chose me.
But choosing me meant
Forgiving myself when i felt betrayed
Comforting myself when i felt robbed
Picking up myself knowing i would stumble
Pieceing myself together… Knowing that there would be more pieces that would not fit, some broken, some lost, some taken or thrown away.
And when i ventured back to here
I realized I was there for me in words
Before I was ready
Before I needed it
Before I was strong enough to choose me.
And now I’m here…trying again… Not to seek the past, not to give into the urgency of the present…. Not to fear the future.
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There is a space between things
Between the seeing and the feeling
Between the hearing and the feeling
Between the thinking and the feeling
There is a silence and a stillness
And in that space
We all move
We all are moved
We all are still
Every breath is held.
Let us face ourselves
That we might face each other
And may God show us the way of mercy
-asoulwalker
inkling
there dallies a small inkling:
the power to change or withhold
the chance to fold or grow old
and never know…
although something inside
echoes
that Regret will not crow proudly
and Instinct will
remain the
truest guide.
pure cure
thin and tiny
cute and slim
pretty without Photoshop
Beauty beyond the touch up
fresh…not airbrushed
a luring
allure
that will always
endure
through and through pure
my undeniable cure
i know.
i know that look!
i know every word that is unspoken,
that lies within that look.
[why do so many share the same?]
that little jump, that little crinkled brow,
the little voice that inside echoes: ‘why are you this way?’
i know those words!
i see every word before it is spoken,
it lies within your mind
and spills forth from confidence assured,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little quirky smile, that little tingling fear,
the casual-sounding voice stammers: “you’re not like the others”
i know that very thought!
i hear it before it is even formed,
it lies within your questioning soul
and struggles to come forth,
[why do so many share the same?]
that little contemplation, that little preoccupation,
the little wonder that catches you by surprise: “why do you not belong?”
yes but none ever voice nor think nor see…
that i cannot help,
but be me.
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