crystal raindrops on windowpanes
sweet spring breezes perfumed honeysuckle and rose
new moon skies sprinkled silver with starlight
maple leaves of amber floating on an east autumn wind
book pages tacked onto yellow walls
pinky promises laced with elementary secrets
frost like angel wings veiling muddied gardens
rose petals pressed between softcover stanzas
made in the image of
the magnificent Maker of rain
the wondrous Whisperer of winds
the star-breathing, moon-molding Artist
the Shifter of seasons
the awe-inspiring Author behind every story
the perfect Keeper of Promises
the divine Decorator of this desert land
the patient Caretaker of creation
He who exhaled the universe into existence
and still desires your heart;
“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39
The people who share their thoughts on this site care about what happens to you.
It is beautiful.
When I was a teenager, I was yelled at, a lot. I was told I was ugly, stupid, and unwanted.
It's hard to hear from a parent.
This parent was angry. Having never wanted children, she made sure I knew it and was gleeful in her insane hungover rampages, hungry for victims to her own misery.
It impeded me.
It took years of therapy to learn my own power in fighting against a tyrant. As I get older (I'm almost thirty - terrifying), I realize that I can do pretty much what I want, within reason. I can be whoever I want, no matter what anyone says. Even an authority figure with power over me. I can be free.
What's beautiful about this freedom?
Recently, I've made some big life choices. I moved and got a puppy. These are two things I never thought I'd do. I was always told not to be happy, that life is misery and then you die.
But what's cuter than a corgi?
The beauty in this world resides in overcoming the past, and pushing through to the present. Having dinner with friends at the new place, taking my puppy for a walk around the block. Nothing feels better than having strangers 'ooh' and 'ahh' at my adorable two-month old.
Nothing feels better than being free of what you thought you were.
To me, what's beautiful about life is that you can make it what you want. It gets easier as you get older. It took me twelve years of therapy to realize that I am a worthwhile human being, not useless, ugly, and stupid. I am my own entity.
What's beautiful about life is that it can only get more beautiful, the more opportunities to be happy you present yourself with.
It gets so, so much better. Remember that the haters don't live in a beautiful world.
But you can.
#1 for this challenge & anyone reading this.
First and foremost.... if you ANYONE to talk to, reachout and that includes an invitation to hmu any time. I am 42 years into this life, have raised my fairshare of children into adulthood, and I am a therapist, with a special set of skills- my childhood and adolescence was layers of existential crisis, I was given up at around age 13 so... if you are down or having a bad day- offer open.
when the rain
pulls a silver curtain
over the sky
and the ground,
painting with steel,
or when you stare at
the polluted sky
and it makes
a vibrant sunset,
or possibly that
deep in the woods
seems far away.
even when your
mood is black
as the shining onyx,
it's easy to remember
that every color
no matter the
and every swirling
rainbow of feelings
A New Beautiful
She was not the kind of girl
Who drew everybody’s eyes
Who captivated all who saw her
Like a breathtaking sunrise.
She was the kind of girl
Who had more books than friends
Who lived in literary worlds
And cried at each stories’ end.
She would look you in the eyes
And stand up for what she believed in
She rolled her eyes at insults
And grew a thick skin.
She would be there if you needed her
Would always stand by your side
She would lend you her shoulder
Every single time you cried.
Her smile lit up the room
And it seemed like it was just for you
She never cursed or cheated
And she always held true.
No, she was not beautiful,
Nor was she popular at all,
But her presence filled up every room
And she refused to become small.
The world is a beautiful place. It is full of places you haven’t seen, fruits you haven’t eaten and hearts you haven’t touched. The world is a beautiful place. You will find some of the kindest and purest souls who will make your broken heart believe in sunshine and bubbles and love again. There will come a time when you will never lose hope and will look forward to each and every day as a blessing in disguise. God has given you this one chance at life and it will never come back again. Every experience teaches you something new, something that you never knew. It helps you grow your wisdom beyond anything you could ever imagine. Don’t give up, this is just the beginning for you. Think of your loved ones and if not them, think of me. I don’t want to lose you because I have taken it upon myself to make you believe in this crazy, magical, wicked world once again. Make me your friend in lonely times, your shoulder to cry on a soul to rely on. I will be there for you when nobody will be. I will hold your hand and we will walk the path of peace together just as birds of a feather flock together.
The fact that I’m still here, walking, breathing and living is beautiful. As a survivor of four attempts to end my life, i’m closer to finding what my purpose is. From the individual groves off blades of grass to the gentle breeze that sweeps in to refresh my lungs with new air and the cotton candy fluffed clouds that often alternate to shower us with the gift of being swept away and remade. The earth is a wonderful place but it being able to hold me, makes it even more beautiful.
The real world
Her beauty is all around us
It’s in the songs the birds sing to us in the early morning hours
In the blueness of the summer sky
In the fluttering of colorful butterflies
It’s in the soft buzzing of the bees as they kiss the flowers
It’s in the gentle flower pushing through the earth to unfurl herself before us
In the sounds of children playing in a park
It’s the way two lovers entwine their fingers as they walk slowly along a sandy beach
Beauty is everywhere
To see it
We just need to stop
Put down the cellphone
And live in
The real world
Ebb and Flow
I wish someone would have told me
When I was young like you
That life is going to ebb and flow
No matter what you do
There will be times when all goes well
Like the pain is going to end
But then it all comes crashing down
And you question life again
It starts a mere annoyance
Still possessing a little light
But then it becomes an aching pain
And you lose the will to fight
You will sit here in this sadness
So tired, lost and alone
Looking for the answers
Longing to go home
But when you realize that its not your time
That you have a purpose here
The foundation soon begins to shift
A universal energy is near
There is a spark inside you
That's longing to escape
And when it does, we'll feel your soul
The walls begin to shake
We all ebb and we all flow
Life is beautiful, you see
You will make a difference
And that will set you free
@asterick Write on.