True Power

I find pieces

Among the ashes that were left

Too small to truly tell

But I knew it’s where I sat

Gathering stories

Making believe

That I could escape

That I would leave

I find pieces familiar, yet strange

For I have wandered far

And with time

I grew to love change

I learned that without those pieces

I’m still whole

Shedding them off had failed

To make me feel small

The earth gives me power

And I, like you, little flower

Have learned to push the concrete aside

Have learned that I no longer need to hide

And I came to know my true power

Whole

Oh where did my pieces go

Those that held me together

Time rubbed them apart

And so did the weather

Where did my body go

Curious I long to know

How a man melts like snow

How this beauty withers

Yet his soul

Manages to stay whole

No matter the struggle

Wishes

Would your finger wish your hand harm?

Would your finger wish your arm harm?

Would you?

Well-being is a choice

One that helps the body rejoice

For its master

Would you, a small part of this universe

Wish harm

On your larger self

Your whole?

No not at all

Well being comes from well wishing

Wish well

Good Bye

The things that could never fit within a bag, are the things I desperately wanted to pack

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Possession

She cries about the things

She’s yet to obtain

But she forgets the things

Her life contains

Possessions left untouched

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Live

He said he hated himself

Then he realized

The self he hates

And the self doing the hating

Are separate entities

So he killed what he hated

Whilst living

Inspired by Eckhart Tolle

Tomorrow | Short Poem

Tomorrow comes

Disguised as Today

And so

I never know when to start

What I promised Tomorrow

Make Magic| Short Poem

Digging

Nails full of dirt

Trying to find a magic spell

That was lost

Losing my sanity

Despising gravity

Then I remember

I wrote the spell once before

I can rewrite it once more!

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