including you

Sometimes I include you,
Without even meaning to.

Your spirit is never too far away,
I thought for sure you went astray.

I’ll be cooking a delicious dish
And think, “He’d surely love this.”

Or I’d find your old clothes,
And remember you wore those.

I hope you are well and happy,
Ending this now before it gets sappy.

recognizing me

Sometimes, I get so blinded by the light.
It overtakes the whole image of my sight,
And I become disoriented by the whole thing.

I fall to my knees because I see nothing,
Holding onto the floor—anything,
Gives me balance.

Because standing proudly for me,
Sometimes means to just be.
No lights, glamour or attention.

For me to take the lead,
The only thing I need
Is my own recognition.

listen and learn

“When we meet real tragedy in life, we can react in two ways–either by losing hope and falling into self-destructive habits, or by using the challenge to find our inner strength.” – The Dalai Lama

I used to read quotes a lot in high school and college. The words comforted me because I felt like I could prepare better when certain situations came up. After having had to deal with some said situations (and even ones I never fully realized until later), these words hit harder. They hit deep within me and I have found them to be continuously valuable.

Not only do I feel more understood, but I also feel like there is a path to walk on that doesn’t need to be defined yet. It’s familiar to have a structured path and follow to achieve the feeling of status or fulfillment. However, when it’s a journey that involves navigating through a multitude of emotions, challenges and revelations mostly on your own, quotes or wisdom from others sort of clarifies the perspectives or simplifies it somehow. And leads to finding the strength needed to overcome the challenges.

So, sometimes, I just want to stop talking and start learning; to hear or read the words of others who have probably gone through some variation of what I have.

“When you talk, you are only repeating what you already know. But if you listen, you may learn something new.” – The Dalai Lama

what is worth it?

I am not perfect,
An imperfect set,
Flaws with regret,
No filter effect,
Expectations unmet,
Falling on steps,
Making a mess,
Owning my quest,
No time for rest,
I want the best,
On every test.
But,
I am not perfect.
It is not worth it.

Chasing a mirage can be fun at first, but then it’s never over because it’s not real.

But I am.

And I am worth it.

time alone

on one of my hardest days,
of darkness & hopelessness,
I met myself at the door.

I saw my reflection,
eyes with endless tears,
heart broken into pieces.

there was no thing,
nothing
that could move me.

but my mind and body
heavily wept, it waited.
holding on tightly.

our beings are strong;
the will to live
carries us forward.

teaches us patience,
strength in slow rewards
grows only in time

and time alone.

deadline

The end of the world
Feels so near.

There is always news,
Of which I fear.

For the young,
Are older than ever.

Innocence is too costly,
Just look at the weather.

Rain, floods, fires & ice,
What happens next?

Are there solutions at all,
From all this stress?

The end of the world
Feels so near.

Time is running out,
To be so cavalier.

to be heard and seen

These words create me. They’re the ones that I rely on to get my message through. Learning to embrace them, utilize them in a way that makes sense. For me and for you. It’s how I can connect and communicate. I don’t have a beautiful and compelling image to get your attention. I don’t have a voice that you can hear and be drawn to. I have these words. Simple. Plain. Speaking from my heart, I speak out. I want to be heard sincerely. Isn’t that what we all want, truly? Through the muddy confusion of miscommunication and varied images we portray, don’t we have a genuine soul we want to be seen as? Sometimes I feel like the way I say things can be so awkward and poorly executed, my truest intentions get lost in confusion. But sometimes, I feel like the words just flow through me and I am understood. I am seen. And I am finally heard.

the seen and forgotten

It boggles my mind sometimes how people can play such important roles in my life, but never do I realize it until it occurs to me. Makes sense, too common a sense, actually. As if I’m blinded by their place and of mine in their lives. The intertwining of every single being is like the double helix of the DNA strand. It’s in our blood. It’s in our nature to be together; to cross over to each other’s boundaries just because we can and feel like it.

What happens to the forgotten? The restless souls with nowhere to go? Do they linger in the limbo of present and future or are they ultimately replaying their past every single day?