It’s not always that I sit down to write
and end up with sensible words to read.
It’s mostly
a mess,
a string of words dangling
like they don’t want to be together
but are forced to be anyway. … More In That Trying, I Find Respite
I’d rather not ignore my intuition, for every time I did so in the past, the consequences were rather unpleasant. Yet, there were times when I heard the voice so clearly, I knew deep inside that nothing good could transpire from dismissing it. But I did dismiss it, against my better judgment, because other voices … More The Voice Within
Sometimes I wonder—
what am I trying to save
my irrational thoughts from? … More Strangely Coherent
Breathing in and out
seasons turn once more around
nature’s ebb and flow … More Flow
Nothing is as lucid
as self-doubt.
So certain in its purpose,
so sure to follow through,
so clear in its aim
to bring you down. … More As It Is
Open communication is the key,
now that’s my belief,
and I stand by it.
Then why this dilemma?
If I speak my mind,
hell will break loose. … More Choice?
When you slow down,
what do you notice?
The way light falls
on an ordinary wall?
The soft murmur
of a day unfolding?
The breath
you didn’t know
you were holding? … More When You Slow Down
Like the river
that
flows calmly,
like the storm
that
never lets up,
like the hill
that
stays put, … More A Paradox
I wait forever for spring,
for the magic
to unfold once again—
for the revival of flora and fauna,
for life to rise
from winter’s long slumber. … More The Quiet Revival
The greatest blessing
in anyone’s life
is being able
to be vulnerable
without
the fear of judgment
or the need
to explain. … More When Sorrow Arrives
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