Beating against my blind eyes

Clues everywhere

Wanting and needing notice

Blockages in my head trying to win

The devil tries to infect my heart

But I'm being watched over

By a loving being who wants what's best for me

My destiny has been calling

Waiting for me to recognize its voice

But I got lost in the confusion of life

When I stopped listening to my heart

Today I learnt to listen again

And I'm back on my true path

Heading for the place where my gifts

Can be used to serve the world

Am more the palm that bends

And sways, adapting to the wind

Of change, able to withstand

The almighty wind with my understanding

Of pain, the oak stiffens

Happy in its strength yet the

Rain and powerful wind wins the

Contest, as the Oak breaks

And is swept to death 

poem by T

The twinkling eyes of your child

The sound of the wind in the trees

The smell of freshly baked bread.

Self Confidence 

No Confidence

Over-Confident

Quietly Confident

Why not just

Be me? 

Instead of 

Labels

Describing who I'm supposed

To be? 

As one vessel floating among many vessels
Vying for a position of importance and note

When it shouldn't have to. 

Can he feel me stroking his brow?
And kissing his little cheeks?
Can he feel the love
That I radiate towards him
From the deepest part of me?

I hope he feels something
So that when he wakes he knows
That his mummy is watching over him
Even in his dreams. 

(I love you, son) 

Can this river be the only thing
Standing between Love and Hate?
Why should we spend our lives swimming back and forth
Between each shore?

If there is only this,
The fire and the cold will weaken me
Until my heart is a shrivelled old thing
Useless in its casing