As she was talking of herself,
Telling stories of the past,
She realized fully how
All these memories overflowing with emotions that at the time were so big and real,
Are moments long gone.
They are just words now.
Paint on a canvas to create a picture
For the listener of her
Life.
We are healing in the sun
From all the things done
To us under cover of
Shadow;
We are the light.
I have been on a journey
To get a light infusion.
You see this all
Is just an illusion;
The body,
The words
Merely confusing the mind.
Leaving us
Believing the clock
Harnesses time,
That it is all on
One line.
Mixed up emotions.
Thinking we are strange.
Making man made concoctions
Keeping us sleepy and disturbed.
The
Dull ache;
Alone.
Feigning sanity, insanity and all
That is in between.
It is all relative but some refuse to see beyond.
Walking on a tightrope listening
To the echoes of the tick and the tock.
Frozen in fear. Frozen in shock.
Forgetting all the life they have got.
Gratitude gifts latitude.
Awareness creates limitless possibilities.
*originally posted May 2018@*cholintodimonds*
Celebrating the failures and suffering of
Any soul speaks
Clearly of your own inner turmoil.
Love
Is the whole
Life
Experience.
Oh yes
The birds are returning.
No song left unsung;
In
The volume of their song
No hesitation.
Bright breasts puffed.
Not a post, wire or branch
Off limits to poise upon and strike chord.
Calling to those who will listen as sun touches
The land.
Replies fill the air with hope,
Nature does hearken unwavering.
There are those master manipulators
Hellbent on planting seeds of destruction,
They
Will convince you to help water and sow
The garden as well;
Smiling all the while.
There are lists people make,
All of these qualities and qualifications
That define
What makes a “strong” person.
I laugh at those words,
If you wake every morning and live
And that is all you feel you have the strength to do,
You are strong.
Period.
We are each strong in our big, beautiful,
Human way.
Stand strong and bright dear heart
For you are love
And contrary to naysayers and nonbelievers
That is enough;
You are enough.
When one least expects
Along comes the soul,
The one who simply loves you
And your human ways.
Limbo.
You have been afraid to even spill milk
Because the world did almost end once;
Unseen bullet holes.
Unseen scars that seeped into bone.
But that was then
And that was them,
This is now
And they are gone.
Chole Into Diamonds 