Let Go of your Attachments
Control
You wanted me to follow you, along your path.
You thought I needed to think like you.
You said I needed to listen to you.
My opinions didn’t matter.
How is that living?
I am free.
I am unique.
I am capable of my own beliefs.
I am capable of walking alone, on my own path.
What we feel matters.
What we need matters.
What we believe matters.
The opinions of others will always be there, but they don’t have to be more than that.
Let us learn to be free.
Let us learn to feel safe without anyone directing us.
Let us feel released from the control anyone tries to have over us.
Be free.
– M.
Honesty
I told you the truth, you didn’t believe me.
You wanted to believe something else.
You wanted to believe your opinions of me.
There is no end to this defeat, a defeat of the honesty that wants to be known.
For years and years you have taunted me.
Forever shadowing me, with your laughter and distaste in my level in life.
It is what it is, you are who you are and I am who I am.
We live in a world where we must learn to understand those around us so we can learn to love and accept them, yet why are we continuing to let them harm us, for they don’t want to accept us for who we are.
Maybe my hair is colored.
Maybe my skin is tattooed.
Maybe I cuss a little here and there or maybe I like to wear mismatched shoes.
Be who you are.
Live how you want to live.
Stop judging and criticizing others for not being the way you think they should be.
I can be loud.
I can be quiet.
Sometimes I don’t want to exist.
Sometimes I want to spread all the love and joy that I feel, once in a while.
This life is not easy, at times.
This life can make you feel crazy for not playing the role of a robot.
Express your damn self.
Be whoever the fuck you want to fucking be.
Goodness.
My gosh.
Can’t we just all choose to be free?
Hold me down, chain me up, let me get wrapped up by your criticisms and cover my mouth with all of your judgements.
Fuck that Bullshit.
Hold me down and keep me still, don’t let me dance or run free.
You don’t want to hear me.
You don’t want to see me.
You don’t want to know me.
I understand.
You choose to be locked away, like a tortured soldier that can’t be free.
You are me.
I am you.
Feel this power deep inside.
You have locked it up, like a candle with no flame.
Light that fire.
Free that bird from its locked up cage.
You are not without a voice.
You are not without a choice.
Get the fuck up and go be FREE.
Goodness gracious, why have you been so small, when you know you are so much bigger than you let yourself be.
Your life deserves more of you.
Your life deserves your truth.
What do you stand for?
What matters to you?
Honestly, you have been hiding away and it is time to show yourself to this world that needs the true YOU.
Get up and go live with HONESTY of your TRUTH and your INTENSITY.
You are loved.
You are worthwhile.
You are FREE.
-M.
You Whispered to Me
You whispered to me,
through the silence of the wind,
through the quiet of the stars,
in the silence of the trees…
You whispered to me, in my ears, to my soul, from your heart, to my whole being.
You made me whole, with your presence.
You danced with me, on the sands of the beach, as the waves tried to catch my feet,
while my eyes slept, at night, and the moonlight healed my soul…
You danced with me among the trees, in the forest, while I searched for you…
So much time has passed since you left this world.
So many feelings I have had, so many fears I have learned to hold onto.
Now I’m learning to let go.
Yet, even with you gone, I can hear your voice, and it makes me want to hold onto you.
I can feel your touch, when a flower grazes over my skin.
Your songs are now sung by the birds, with the sunrise, each morning.
Not a day goes by that you are not here, with me.
For so long, I have dreamed of your whispering voice, telling me it is all going to be okay.
You remind me that you are here, I am safe, it is okay.
A windy day lets me know you are near.
A rainy day is the skies releasing all of your tears.
Time had felt so slow, but now I know it goes by at the pace of your heart beat.
You are the nature that surrounds me.
You are the breath that moves the winds.
I feel you more now than ever before, as you surround me.
You will always live within me, and now all around me.
You are within every living thing.
There is no death, there is only life that continues on, to an existence continued beyond.
You are each new blossom, full of fresh nectar.
You are each sky reaching tree, that moves, dancing in your winds.
You are each sunrise and sunset, with magical light that heals the soul.
You whisper to me through nature, in all the ways you possibly can, reminding me that everything will be okay.
Let’s dance, while I dream, in the moonlight, until the morning comes, when the birds sing your songs, and as the light of the sunrise welcomes another beautiful day full of so much beautiful life, life here and beyond.
Touch me as I walk through fields of grass and wildflowers that remind my skin how to feel.
Hold me on the mountain tops as I take it all in, and let go of all the fears.
Wash me with your tears, as they fall from the cloudy skies.
Remind me how to live, as I discover new life, each and every day that I am here.
For however long, I will exist here, with you surrounding me.
Whisper to me…
-M.
Be You
Believe in how Strong you are
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.
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.
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