Autumnal Thoughts

The leaves lined with veins of seasons past

Will shake lightly and commiserate, for they hold the heavy knowledge

That their colors will dwindle and they will soon sweep through howling winds.

The sturdy, thick-barked tree is then left exposed.

Just as its shades were bursting with vibrancy, just as the air grew crisp,

It was left barren.

Does it perish? Or does it rest assured knowing growth is soon to follow?

It is known that it shall thrive again.

In times of strife, conjure up this image and ask:

Do I perish? Or do I rest assured knowing growth is soon to follow?

The decision is yours.

Next Steps

Curiosity pricks my sides and demands to be noticed

as if the sands of time are displayed nearby, heckling me with every grain.

Instead of vibrating in a state of paralysis due to fear of one of these jabs,

I let them sink in.

Long gone are the days of potent feeling laced with doubt.

These passion-infused thorns are the seeds of change; the seeds of growth.

To fear them would be foolish.

I don’t always tend to have an answer when they appear, which is often,

But I always show them respect.

 

Fear

Clarity is grown from action.

Action is found in consistency,

Consistency buds from awareness,

Awareness is built in self-reflection.

Self-reflection spawns from stagnancy.

Stagnancy is riddled with fear.

Fear is at the root.

Fear is a bundle of weeds and wildflowers.

There is no way to prevent fear from growing,

but it can be tamed, groomed, and sometimes used

to embellish and enhance a thriving bouquet.

The goal is not to eradicate fear,

it is to grow alongside it.

Fear is an opportunity,

not a hindrance.

Let it be there

and do it anyway.

It may be

the greatest companion

you ever encounter.

 

 

 

 

Together

Our entangled auras,

fast at play,

bright and caught in disarray,

flourish in tandem

and ease my mind,

erasing any shred of time.

With you, I bloom;

I learn to be,

growing every which way

(and quite rapidly!)

My heart swells

through your sweet melody,

and I am so grateful

for the gift of you and me.

 

 

My Own

The lines I drew were never quite clear,

I always attempted to trace,

It wasn’t until I gave up hope

That I arrived in the right place.

 

See, I had tried so hard to replicate

All I had seen before

Unaware of how that idea shrunk me

And kept me from opening the right doors.

 

I stand before this corridor of passageways

Still unsure which one to choose,

However, I know not to follow another

For I have nothing to lose.

 

Trials

If we sit side by side,

At the edge of the brook,

Will you trace circles on my knee

Whilst I steal an admirable look?

If we share a meal,

In an intimate setting,

Will you stay right there with me

All the while forgetting?

Should we falter,

Or wane in our Lust,

Will you reveal yourself

As someone I can Trust?

 

 

Home

Right now,

No matter where you are,

You are at home,

For you are in your own skin.

The keeper of your light.

Nourish,

Defend,

Decorate,

Celebrate,

Embrace,

Admire,

And Marvel at your home.

It is, after all, yours for life.

Built In Reminder

My hands are never empty,

they are laced with power.

I write.

I create.

I falter.

I feel.

I hold.

I squeeze.

I push.

I treasure.

If ever you feel weak, powerless, or lost,

look down at your hands.

Remember all that is,

has been,

and all that is yet to be discovered.

 

Snowglobe

The value of the escape

has given my heart a breather

the sharp air lingers in my lungs

and encapsulates me in leisure.

Out here, there is nothing;

vast land and weathered rock.

My soul is free to wiggle,

my toothy smile non-stop.

An other-wordly experience,

of that I am sure,

and with it comes the knowledge

that I am built to endure.

 

Junipers

Junipers bloom within my mind,

Spreading pollen-like thoughts to every region

To myself, I am eternally kind

I have made peace with the gnarly demons.

 

I hope you awake this morning

With a purer mind

and as for the intense, painful longing?

I hope it melts in time.