Harsh winds rumble through the air, whistling a sweet song of winter. They pass right through my bones. I shiver and grasp my jacket tighter. The trees. They have become barren carriers of fragile twigs. Their life stripped of them for the winter. Their leaves, scattered. Orphans. A sacrifice of nature. To compensate, the snowfall … Continue reading Winter
Nothing quite hurts like rejection. Nothing quite liberates like rejection. We all have the tendency of taking rejection very personally. I am all too familiar with the art of rejection. From personal to professional. It was something that always cut (as in sliced) deep. I always considered rejection a reflection of my inadequacies. You're … Continue reading Sorry, your application has been unsuccessful…
So, according to my info page, this blog or space as I'd like to refer to it, is about promoting truth and authenticity. I think it's time for some personal truths from moi. This particular post is going to be outlining the start of my misguided journey to perfection. (At this point I would … Continue reading Journey to Perfection…
Your royal highness, I Come before you as a lowly servant and Humbly bow at your feet, my Lips will caress the ground you tread upon, you are Lord of all that is wonderful and perfect. I Marvel at your feet of scarlet and eyes of mercy. For I recall the barbaric state from which … Continue reading God, the Father
'Everyone here is better than you' 'Don't bother saying anything, they'll just laugh at you' 'You're insignificant' Although inanimate, it whispered to me my shortcomings, Whispers so soft and subtle, I mistook it for me, so I accepted them. Then drifted away, far away. Into isolation... ...Into a wasteland of memories, I tripped on … Continue reading The Monster
I will invest in my talent, not my behind. My essence makes me worthwhile not my hips. You can't contour, highlight or bake away a bruised a heart.
This poem by Cindy Powell really resonated with me. One thing I’m looking to in Heaven is “no time”, i.e., no clocks or watches because “who cares?” But for now, I have to care, and sometimes that caring lapses over into, well…we all know. Thanks, Cindy, for such a great thought here! Consecrated Time Posted […] … Continue reading A beautiful poem about time or the absence of it.
'....Fragments will fly into the abyss. You won't find all the pieces. You'll lose parts of it forever. Try all you can to put it back together. Your glue will dry to betray your carelessness...'
'...So you revel in the bondage. You paint the chains and the locks. You beautify them to hide the anguish. Decorate them to hide the misery. You wrap yourself in them till you can't breathe. Till all you see is a bound existence...'