Tag: grow
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Staying On Track
Opportunities to grow beyond the toil of yesterday Are ever present The pitfalls and sly people That ate away at the hope of a precocious mind Are ever present But the desire to preserve remains Only the conductor can stop a freight train Going 120 miles per hour On lookers may try to slow it…
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Bloom
We move through phases Like seedlings growing into plants Taking in sun, water and oxygen To grow In the springtime, we will bloom into the unknown Love always, Ayesha
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Small Thought: To Draw
It’s strange The new things that tempt the soul The compassionate moments that never grow old Holding onto tales that strengthen weak souls You made nervous love grow bold Drawing us closer with every whisper Forever near but far away You etched my name Onto the palms of your hands We are intertwined with double…
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Never Dry
Your hands fail to catch it Your body longs for it Your ears hear it falling Your eyes search for it’s translucent form Plants grow toward the sun And wait for relief Deer eat grass And run towards the stream Water restores and maintains the body It is nourishing Giving ease to stained muscles And…
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Fearless
I wrote this poem as I was reflecting on the lessons I learned from my childhood. Only the children know About the trends Discovering the rainbow’s end Creating new friends And sustaining a connection with the old Moving fearless And being bold We forget about chances we should take As we grow old In truth…
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Polaroids of a Lighthouse
I admit I’m not the same women in the Polaroids anymore. I had to change to survive. To hold onto to the light that I thought had died. I spent time fighting to survive. Every note I sung off-key. Every quit moment full of contemplation and maybes. I still fill up with thoughts or you.…
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Honest Thoughts on Compassion
As of late, I have been absent from this blog. I felt the need to give myself time to mourn. I learned that it is a long and tedious process that can’t be rushed or ignored. For a year and a half, I fought my emotions, worked out, laughed, cried and tried to make sense…
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Complicated Love
If I truly love someone then it never goes away. It may transform, grow or diminish. But the traces of it will stain the collar of white shirts. Leaving marks on glass drink-ware that has transparent dreams. My love is like a sweater coming undone. A loose string tugged too hard can unravel the sleeves.…
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