Beating against my blind eyes
Like the wings of a dove
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
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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.
The feel of a soft blanket on your skin.]]>Self Confidence
No Confidence
Over-Confident
Quietly Confident
Why not just
Be me?
Instead of
Labels
Describing who I'm supposed
To be?
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Vying for a position of importance and note
When it shouldn't have to.
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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