Carpet Piles

So many things left unsaid.

So many troubles lost without an end.

Blank stares after fights.

Lost words, from not enough strength to finish a line.

Builds up over time…

Trying to walk through that dining room with carpets full of piles…

Piles of words swept under the carpet.

Angry arguments left unfinished, just to build up over time, taking up space, draining energy and making you feel out of place.

Carpet piles…

Lost words that were left unsaid…

Feelings that get lost in your head…

Unfinished business, fights stopped short…

Never listening…

Never hearing…

It’s all so draining…

Tears so scattered like the sprayed spit from the nasty words that were yelled.

Stopping before anyone got hurt, but holding on still, enough to keep the pain inside still.

Swept under the carpet, to pull out again in time…

Never really feeling healed.

Always going on like nothing bad was ever said.

Why…

How can things ever heal in time, when they aren’t allowed to be spoken about…

Stop the avoidance.

Make a change, to make a difference.

Emotions are felt and need to be known.

Respect can be given, love can be shown.

Stop the carpet piles.

Acknowledge the hurt.

Understand the pain.

Stop the avoidance and make communication a positive thing.

– M.

Just Be

Fear Experienced

It is not as easy to explore a feeling, unless it is being felt.

The pain and discomfort of fear, is one of the most taunting feelings.

Am I dying…

Will I live another year…

Have all of my past experiences caught up to me and caused a health issue that is incurable…

There are haunting thoughts that don’t make it easy to exist.

To want to live, but want to be gone, yet be fearful of a death that may or not be soon approaching…

Where is the peace, the bliss, the comfort…

A partner, maybe that would help.

Distractions, staying busy, nothing sounds right.

The only way to deal with it is to face it.

Look at it straight on, breathing in, breathing out, saying, “I will be okay. I am okay. It is okay. It will be alright. I am okay.”

There is nothing else to do.

Just wait.

Breathe.

Keep saying that I will be okay, I am okay, it is okay, it is going to be alright, it is alright.

Wait.

Experience it again.

Face it.

Breathe through it.

Don’t distract.

Don’t medicate.

Don’t numb.

Face it.

Live through it.

Sleep.

Wake up to another day.

– M.

Let Go of the Past

The Path Unknown

Rough Waters

Everything will be easy.

It will all go smoothly.

There will be no storms or rough waters.

Life will bring us so much goodness.

It will be everything we want it to be.

There will be no struggle.

There will be no pain.

Life is simple.

It is not complicated.

It is not complex.

Oh, life…

You had us fooled.

We had left home, at the ripe age of teenagers and had all the hopes and dreams of it all being so simple…

So easy…

Preoccupied with looks and friends and becoming wealthy, we thought that would be all we would need.

We though status was the answer.

We thought clothing and things would be our level up.

Life showed us that it is much more than that.

Life showed us the rough waters of being so surface focused, would surely make us drown.

What is on the outside does not make up for what is unfound on the inside.

The deepest sea has the coolest waters, and the more turbulent storms to face.

As with us, we have much depth, though not all of it was quite known or understood.

We thought we knew ourselves, within.

Our depths go much deeper than we knew before.

Now we see, a life with purpose for more than just material things…

A life of passion…

A life without greed or so many possessions…

This is the life we now seek.

We try to see the depths of others, while even just passing by.

A depth is beyond just a wave and a smile, for it goes deep, like the deepest of seas.

Love and care, and genuine concern.

Peace, kindness, a desire for more than just what one can take to the bank, this is what will keep us swimming, without tidal waves of the surface trying to pull us in.

When we leave this world, we hope to leave a mark.

Not one that can be seen or touched, but one that can be felt, like a feeling that calms the deepest sea.

A feeling that gives you a sense of understanding that all will be okay, even when no-one else is around.

Whether or not we have ever met, we hope it soars like a seagull though the winds, to each soul that is left on earth.

When all possessions are gone and the world is silent, we hope a feeling of peace is felt.

Maybe not from us, but maybe from the storms that pass and all that can be remembered is that feeling of goodness, that feeling of purpose.

Rough waters can always be beautiful to watch, as they roar and splash, they bring an electricity of their own.

Knowing each storm will pass, knowing we need nothing except for who we are, that is the peace that we will carry with us, if nothing else, that will be enough.

Hold this with you, carry it like a sack on a stick, for it is all you need to hold onto.

Life will bring storms.

Life will bring rough waters.

Even so, you will have purpose.

You will have peace.

Everything is there for you, it is all within.

-M.

Ghostly Presence

You hid from me, in your darkness, avoiding the light like it was a plague to end all life.

There was a ghostly presence about you, one that you didn’t understand.

You were a ghost of the night, but you had a kindness in your eyes.

Yet, you only saw your darkness so you feared your fate would be the same.

You came to me for answers.

You came to me for help.

You came to me, calling out, with cries, for you had nowhere else to go.

No-one else could see you, like I could.

Though, I feared you and your darkness, I saw there was a light, within.

There was a light in which you existed, if only for a moment, here and there, it was what helped keep you here.

A darkness like yours could swallow one up.

It could take one down to the deepest oceans, leaving no trace of your existence having ever been.

You have a goodness within you, but to let it grow will take some time.

You will have much work to do, for this darkness is hard to remove.

The fog around you is heavy, as we walk along the beach.

The waves break and reach my feet.

They cannot reach yours, even though you are with me, you are a bit ghostly, an existence that is hovering between worlds.

How did you get this way?

Life must have really been tough on you, to be here, yet not, and without much hope to be found within.

There is hope…

You might not see it, but it is there, and it is waiting for you to see it, too.

I will walk with you.

We can talk.

I will show you your light.

And hopefully, in time, you can see there is more to this life than the darkness, as we make our way down this beach of darkened sand.

-M.

You are the Light

They think they know what is best for you.

They want you to dim your light

Don’t they know that even clouds try to put out the sun’s bright light, but it still shines bright?

You are light.

You are strength.

With the strength is how you shine so bright.

You don’t have to try.

You don’t have to understand why.

You are what you are.

They see it.

They feel it.

They can’t seem to accept it.

You are light.

You shine so bright, and help others see their own light.

Keep on shining.

You are the reason why.

You are the light.

-M.

Taunting Waters

You challenged me with your mist.

Along your path, you hissed.

A roar, a flow, a gravitating blow, there was no release to your taunting.

Right by you, I walked.

I could smell you, without an effort or a thought.

As you reached my toes, you bellowed out more of your rough talk.

The thought of following you out, amongst your depths, is still a thought, a very daunting thought that is quite haunting.

-M.

The Flow

As it flows,

Life begins to find a rhythm.

Just as time passes,

Life breezes by.

There are short spurts in which we exist,

Never really seeing it all put together until a while later.

Time is precious.

Life is, too.

As time flows,

Life begins to make sense.

-M.