Be Happy

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Be happy

even when you’re so sad

a smile feels like climbing a mountain

on a stormy day

Be happy

when the winds are so strong

your face becomes ice

and your arms flap wildly about

unable to tether you

Be happy

for the sake of tomorrow

when the sun will surely shine again

Be happy

when the rain retreats

so that you are stronger

when it returns again

 

Moments

#creative writing, #poetry

We all have those moments

and I can’t promise they will ever go away

those moments we look in the mirror and say

things we would never whisper

to our closest of friends

We see so much wrong

and our insides curl up

further into themselves

like a wet towel

twisting until dry

But it’s ok

because moments pass

in the time it takes

for a Barista to make your morning Long Black

and perhaps you simply confused

one kind of exhaustion for the other

 

Body Image

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I can recall every curve

of every body I have lived in

every thought

every wave of emotion

the high and low tides

conjured by my eyes

and I wonder about the days

wasted in front of mirrors

the hours given to a voice

that was never mine to begin with

Strawberry

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I have scars that only strawberries can fix

Big, fat, juicy ones that I picked myself

Therapeutic delight

when your scent hits my nose

For it knows the cuts I bare

and promises to be gentle

Don’t follow me into the garden

This one I planted for myself

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The words we say without knowing

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You said it and it stayed

and there it did remain

playing out for always

every day

like a movie marathon

And all I wanted was to read you, a poem of forgiveness

Perhaps this is the poem you were always meant to hear

I forgive you

you did not know

how the weeds would grow

and suffocate the flowers

that wanted to bloom

And when they piled on the dirt

and that putrid smell rose

it filled my nostrils and escaped my eyes

till all i could see was the disgust outside

But again

It’s ok

I think it was meant to be this way

I’ve made friends with the weeds

and forgotten about the flowers

and look!

there are trees

that line blue rivers

which house secrets inside

Swim with me now

and I know I will not drown

You have kept me afloat

of this I have no doubt

and so once more-

I forgive you because,

despite it all

it is you,

who I adore

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Never again will I be beaten, by the drums of my own melancholy.

I will whistle while I walk,

For the day has too much wonderful mystery, hidden within its circular walls.

And if the day should bite and disappoint me,

tomorrow will always have a different door.