Truths
In judgment, dare you call me incomplete?
In spite, do you dare call me useless?
In ignorance, do you dare call me deceitful?
In hatred, do you dare call me unlovable?
For, dearest stranger, the contrary is so:
In love, I dare believe I am beautiful
In awareness, I dare believe I am valid
In appreciation, I dare believe I am useful
In acceptance, I dare believe I am complete
In this life, I dare these beliefs
They are not silly dreams nor entertainments
They are the crucial truths I hold close to my heart,
They are the peace in my soul I wish for you –and all– to know.
Strong and Stronger
Pain is strong.
Words, no matter how delicately selected
Can never explain its ways
Nor to which extremity its directed
It feels impossible for it to be possible
Yet it remains– surging through my being,
It drags me to the brink of breaking if I have not yet already
Though in reality, it’s not, hope may feel like its fleeting
Mental, physical, emotional– it is all a weight to bear
But you, my friend, are stronger
You will survive, We will survive, we are strong
….I swear