Seek out happiness for yourself, and make those around you happy.
Some days, nothing takes the pain away.
Nothing drives anxiety out the window, Nothing makes words overheard dissipate. Words written across my skin, or a scarf around my wrist Won't keep my fears away. I want to be buried under a cold mound of dirt or in pair of solid arms. Either one will do. I want to get a band of ink sewn into my skin that reads:
Willing to stand in the hurricane, Because on most days I need to be reminded to stay brave. I have a scarf, black, with white daisies Given by the mother of my father to my mother And on some days, I wrap it 'round my wrist So I don't forget the pain she endured And the smile she planted on her face This is not a poem. | About Me I'm a kaleidoscope of emotion--a mix of soul and heart. I don't want to be packaged or concisely defined, to be bundled into the neat packs of emotion and description you find between the pages of a novel or on a theatre screen.
I am unique and imperfect. I am full of contradictions. I feel unfinished. I am still learning who I am. 
I am human. Sometimes I make mistakes. God loves me anyway. ArchivesJuly 2014 CategoriesAll |
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