Returning to my authentic spirit, my soul's purpose feels like a homecoming. Incredibly peaceful, full of joy and contentment. Emotional overloading the senses. Discovering what was underneath my layers of shame, guilt and fear....is a soul that I hold so close and so dear. Humbled and honored for God's grace. The card in my back pocket is surely an ace.
mariateresa@dildhadakan I feel as thoughi amjust a conduit, I listen and transcribe. I understand the world around me in rhythm and rhyme. Add in colors and sound, that is my soul.....simple and straightforward. What you see is my ❤✨
I was a soft piece of wood Standing quietly in a corner When life started chipping off Little pieces of me slowly . A tad, a tad there - With each passing day More and more would be chipped off.... Some would retort it was to Carve out a better me . Some trust was abused , A little friendship went haywire, A love turned sour, Differences became a source Of loneliness and pain - No matter how hard I tried to hold on To those little chips of wood I couldn’t stop what life and time Together kept chiseling. After a while I became numb To everything around me . It was a long time before I learnt That they would not stop and if I Had to stop my decay , I had to Take charge right away. I wasn’t able to steal back those Precious and innocent parts of me Because I was no longer that block Of wood - I was a now an urn Filled almost to the brim with water . Did I like this urn ? Not on most days But one gradually learns to live with What one has been shaped into By the world . I dearly miss my innocence, my naivety, My ability to trust without the fear Of heartbreak or disloyalty. I miss the ability to jump without Having to worry who would catch me - The carefree happy me who was Both joyful and full of life. I miss those little wood shavings That time carved out of me Slowly and steadily - Never ceasing and never decreasing In intensity or purpose . I wish I was that unmolded piece of wood That was both raw and wild And untouched by life. But then life wouldn’t have happened To me and I wouldn’t be the person I am today . I’m just glad I’m better equipped today To handle anything life throws at me . I’m less naive and less trusting Which is better than being Repeatedly hurt and broken down In a never ending, vicious cycle.
Are we the same that we were before ? Does hurt and pain really get wished away ? Or do we simply move on with our lives With our eyes less bright and hopes slightly frayed? Time is not a healer of any sort Nor does it ever numb the pain We simply learn to deal with life better While being hurt again
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LIVSNJUTARE (livs-nyoo-tah-reh; Swedish origin) - refers to someone who loves life deeply or/and lives it to the extreme. . . . . ~~ Livsnjutare ~~
A metamorphosis of heart An inclination to live the best part Nowhere in the city lights just to start
Accustomed to the narrow views of a dart An incantation to brighten everything apart It's not a perfect stairway, took me a thousand years from the start
When the darkness used to be unfathomable By our senses, once again inevitable Euphemistic to our lonely views Lurking deep within our lives too
Lifeless, when in pain It's the same reason my life has gained Velleities all over my mind Saturnine all over I can find Never a million years to waste Je ne sais quoi, in my face Under oceans of tears and sadness Thrilled and pressured by greatness A diamond worth to carve out of me Raising all the hopes despite your heeds Everlasting are we
Lifeless When the world messed With life, you felt hopeless But inclined to shine once again Greatness
Realized.. even life is your greatest pleasure besides its greatest pain.. . . . . -- SUMMARY --
Everyone may feel hopeless at some point in life, but sometimes, even hopelessness may eventually urge us to live the most and best out of life once again!
(This felt a little inadequate, but tell me what you think!)
-- VOCABULARY --
1 | inclination - a habitual attraction to some activity 2 | accustomed - to make familiar with 3 | incantation - a spoken word/set of words believed to have magic power 4 | unfathomable - seen without limits 5 | inevitable - incapable of being avoided 6 | euphemistic - a milder substitution of an offensive group of words 7 | velleity - a slight wish 8 | saturnine - cheerless 9 | je ne sais quoi - something (a quality) unable to be adequately expressed --
Returning to my authentic spirit, my soul's purpose feels like a homecoming. Incredibly peaceful, full of joy and contentment. Emotional overloading the senses. Discovering what was underneath my layers of shame, guilt and fear....is a soul that I hold so close and so dear. Humbled and honored for God's grace. The card in my back pocket is surely an ace