I saw the crack on her feet. That pattern I was too familiar with from being raised in a home with lots of clay pots. The pattern that could be traced as a map to tell just how far one had travelled. They were the same lines on her naked feet. She smiled at me, as though aware of my numerous questions. “I travelled a million miles to spend just one moment with you.” And those were her last words.
I have always wondered what it would be like to see the world through the trees,
To see how minute we are,
To see just how much we worry about things that don’t really matter.
Continue reading “Day 9: Through the Trees”
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My thoughts are like an octopus
And I’m in the middle,
Wrapped in all the tentacles
Barely breathing. Continue reading “Day 5: Wait for rescue”
Birds flying high,
Who taught you to fly?
One moment you were born,
The next, you knew the sky was your playground,
With every flutter of your wing,
You knew you were made for more than this,
More than just being nestled,
More than just sitting on a branch.
Who taught you to soar?
To take great risks,
While throwing caution in the wind,
To sit on high tension cords,
With the world at your feet.
Perhaps flying can’t be taught,
Being your real self can’t be taught,
Being who you’re meant to be in the world can’t be taught,
You just do it!
You just fly!
Today’s Challenge: Close to the Edge
He was close to the edge,
Standing on a ledge,
Saying his last prayers,
Hoping for the best.
Here’s your mistake,
You spend your life pursuing people who don’t even see your
You give them the excuse to treat you miserably,
Because at least, they’re giving you their attention in that moment.
Your mistake, darling,
Is when you too start seeing yourself through their eyes;
Nuisance. Worthless. Piece of shit.
And you believe the lies
Continue reading “Daughter of the King”
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Like a garden with fresh flowers,
Her mind bloomed in the spring,
It brought happiness to all who stopped by,
To glean of her youth and wisdom.
Indeed, she was was a sight for sore eyes,
And a soothing voice for broken hearts. Continue reading “Garden of the Mind”