Do not fear the wrong choice
there is no right or wrong
only your choice.
Do not fear mistakes
they are the tools of learning
of determining what works for you.
No one else’s opinion matters
only making a decision matters
as long as it’s for you
not for anyone else
because a decision is always a step forwards
no matter the outcome.
Make a decision today
and if you change your mind tomorrow
then you have made two decisions
two steps forward
[for Louise at illicit by nature]
I often wonder yes I do
why rhymes can feel immature to you
and me both, I think traditionally
they were used remembering nursery
stories, making them easy to retain
and young people readily join words in chain
of their own, for childhood fun and game
but adult rhymes are not the same
I’m sure they can be serious too
it’s just about your point of view
[my response to a poem by the ever-rhyming word-divining Pooky]
I would cry out for help
If I thought I was heard
If I thought I mattered enough
For anyone to care.
For I don’t understand any of this
How could another possibly comprehend
the torment, confusion,
And the all pervasive incompleteness
of my existence.
The words in my head are that no-one listens
No-one even reads what I write
So none of it matters.
Except the battle
Stop fighting and I will truly crumble
So the war itself has meaning
A purpose I don’t understand
like any soldier.
I am the conflict
Both sides of the fray
I am winner and loser
I am casualties and victories
When I win, will I lose too?
If I lose, will I celebrate victory?
Or like all wars
will there be no real victor
just widespread collateral damage?
Time to take the moral high ground
to all this destruction
Be the change you want to see
Find who I truly am
Quietly and determinedly
Make love not war.
[Artwork by David Rosen]
fresh morning eyes
late night’s thoughts
evening in quiet
[a response to Ashley’s 15.]
I want to beep you:
outside, in the sunshine,
and the rain too.
I thought I’d luv you forever:
when did that stop, disappear,
when did “we” die?
Why does it have to be this way:?
pain, hurt, misunderstanding,
I’m so tired:
that the walls are collapsing,
and it’s all flooding back in.
Can I sleep for a week with you by my side:?
no expectations, no interruptions,
just the company of lovers.
Your beeps are interrupting me:
when I’m trying to get this all out,
have to shut my eyes and put my head on the mat to refocus.
I want to escape from me:
need a break from all I’ve created,
need to rediscover who I am, somehow.
When did I get lost:?
at some point in the first few years of my life,
I made a decision, and my life has forever been on the wrong path.
[To commemorate 1 year of blogging, and because my brain needs a rest, This next week I will be reblogging some of my favourite pieces with a little explanation added.]
This was inspired by a fun weekend with new friends, new experiences, and challenges to my preconceptions of others. I wish to be there again, but must settle for friendship and memories of a unique moment in my life.
Do you feel free?
Do you not see
the boundaries surrounding
that are stifling and strangling
the you that wants to be
the person who is free
to express and change and laugh out loud
ignoring noises from the crowd
unless they cheer you on
then you know the time has come
to be brave and bold and beautiful
your soul expressing bountiful
nothing else is true
Read this morning on a FB feed story, it connected with me:
“Sometimes we all need to be told that everything is going to be okay, don’t we?”
And I thought I don’t hear that much. Then I thought, I try to tell myself that, but I don’t think I’m very good at really listening to myself. (and *that* is a *big* realisation).
So if it comes from other people, that is good. But I’m not very good at opening up and letting people know me well enough to be telling me that.
And maybe I am so good at “coping” and “getting by” through the tough times that I barely acknowledge to myself that I would benefit from comfort or help, let alone permit others to be aware of my needs.
I think it would be good to receive that comfort, in some way, more often. (but I’m unsure how to let that happen).
But most of all, I think I need those special words to be the starting point for a discussion on just what is going on in my life, of sharing of deep down what is inside me at the time, to let the encouragement reach that scared hidden part of me that is crying out for support.