My life can be a nightmare.
That I can not escape.
Happiness is great at evasion
In my life and so I skate.
On a thin line between Okay and sad.
Never knowing which I'll feel next.
Or if this will finally be the time....
That forever in peace,
I'll rest.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
The Tulip
I planted a seed.
Showered it with affection...
Listened to its insecurities.
And reminded it of its beauty.
Then I waited for it to bloom.
Cultivating anything requires patience.
So I waited.
Every morning I'd greet that seed
With warmth, love and compassion.
Every night,
I kissed the ground that would bear it's fruit.
Love and patience go hand in hand.
Without one,
How can you have the other?
I reassured myself as I waited for a sign.
A sign that my efforts weren't in vain.
A sign that what I was doing was working.
Just a sign to continue.
That's all I wanted...
Then I saw it...
A little baby leaf burrowing through the dirt.
Over the next few days, a Tulip grew.
And I watched as someone admired it,
Then uprooted it.
To take as their own.
That seed that I loved unconditionally...
Never belonged to me.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Patience
The patient waited on a cure
to this infection she had acquired.
It came in through subtle lips.
And sparked her soul on fire.
It spread through her blood stream..
Making its way to her aching heart.
At night she would observe the cosmos.
Wondering when it all would stop.
The patient was so patient.
Because patience is said to be virtuous.
But the faster the infection spread,
The more they realized it was hazardous.
She lost her life that night
That the infection entirely engulfed her
But it was quite alright
Because she realized she was special.
Not most can exhibit
The type of patience that this patient had.
When that virus comes to take you over,
A very thin line you tread.
There is no cure,
So patiently wait you will.
To see what will come of love.
And whether your destiny will be fulfilled.