This is a poem – a letter to myself – I wrote about ten years ago. Reading it back today made me smile. I have become the woman I wanted to be then. Twenty-year old me would be proud. This ten-year-older, future version of herself is just like she had envisioned.
If you feel like you are at the heart of a storm, Ghastly place – there is no way out, no escape, Nothing is left for you to hold on to, Sadness is washing over you, Hope has sailed away, Hang on! Don’t sink! Reach out! If not to others, Look within yourself.
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We all need to nurture our souls. For their beauty outlasts that of our bodies.
Self-centered? Of course I am. I always look to grow. I am not selfless. I am self-aware. I am not doing it just for you. I am doing it for me too. I am not expecting anything in return. Simply being kind to you Renders my soul more beautiful. I am happy to help.
F i n d I n d a R k n e s s t h E F l a r es L i f t i n g u p s p I r i t s, E t h e r e a l S o u l s
A timespan can never be foreseen, despite promises, and even if it does seem promising. “Forever Thine, Love” You want to hear it, But even if he or she does mean it, Rarely does Love seem to keep it. If yours does withstand time, by all means do cherish it.
You can never forecast Whether it is the last of those rejections, But you have to move past And on to your next dice-roll projections. From The Truth About Love, by B.
I for one Have tried and found, I am happier unbound, Than with only half my one. From The Truth About Love, by B.
Look! Out there Lies not just one path That leads to your happiness. Before you can find it elsewhere, My advice is to build it within yourself. Then you can go on, and explore at your own pace. From The Truth About Love, by B.
Mysterious… Anything you perceive as such might appear so, because you have yet to sip it up, and take it in to sort it out.