Life’s Gales
Standing tall on barren earth
I trace my silhouette in midnight mist
holding the breeze in cupped hands
smell the ozone scent of thunderstorms
and embrace the thunder’s threatening roar.
Flashes of lightning decimate the clouds, but
I fly with strength in the face of life’s gales.
My spirit, finally free, shall rise and laugh
at the futility of torrents with haunting breath.
I embrace midnight’s nocturnal rooms,
untouched by raging monsoons flailing.
I feel the chill with brittle breath haunting
but live deep inside myself with strength,
lined with warmth, emerging into light,
fighting my battle against the tempests.
Endurance
When shut in a cage
only the most flexible
can squeeze past
the bars of rage.
When the cold wind seeks
only the toughest can
endure the awful
truth that it speaks.
When running out of rope
only the stoutest of
our kind can overcome
the poverty of hope.
When in a lost place
only the fragile
know when to give
and keep their faith.
Still Standing
Through the blasting winds of words thrown at me by judgmental people.
Through the hurricane of heartache from loved ones making their own mistakes, that left me begging for help.
Through my own battling blizzard of self worth.
Through this tornado of a constantly swirling world of change of insanity and beauty.
I still stand here ready for whatever thrashes my way.
I still stand here being myself,
Full of love, life and forgiveness.
Through my life's devastating natural disasters and the never ending storm after storm.
I may have cracked but I will never be soulfully shattered.
The strong.
When I was a student, in my old days, I studied, explored and tried as I could. I had head in the clouds and sometimes kept feet on the ground. I was good student. The very best one. Graduating with honours. My professor always wanted me to be PhD student, to be the clever one.
When I was a sportsman, in my old days, I trained, played and tried as I could.
I had head in the clouds and I rarely kept feet on the ground. I was good player. The very best one. Playing every match from beginning to end. My coach always wanted me to be the captain, to be the leader, to be the strong one.
When I was a banker, in my old days, I learnt, cared of customers and tried as I could. I had head in the clouds and I never kept feet on the ground. I was good banker. The very best one. Breaking every record in sales. My manager always wanted me to be his successor, to be the successful one.
When I thought that I taught how to be tough one I fell with my face on the ground.
If I were strong, in all my old days, I would never be selfish, oblivious and overestimating myself.
If I were strong, in those good old days, I would spend more time with my friends, family and love.
If I were strong, in those great old days, I would not be afraid to fall, to cry and to ask for help.
If I were strong, in those dusty old days, I would praise, thank and love.
If I were strong, in those tough old days, I would search for those better, stronger and more successful ones.
Because that`s what the strong do.
Grown Under My Heart
Fortitude is derived from the innocent... The faces I hold so dear... The only ones that know, truly know, my heartsong. It is for them, when I cannot do for myself, that I see the sun. They are pieces of me. I am not whole anymore without them. I've given them my strength and they return it to me when necessary.
Strength
I never thought
I was strong enough
To deal with the weight
Of this world
And the pain it brings.
I never thought
My strength would be tested
With trials and tribulations
Worthy of the strongest person
That I know.
I never knew
The strength that I held
Until these moments
Of tragedy and heartbreak
Failed to overwhelm me.
I never knew
Just how strong I am,
How able I am,
To withstand hardships,
Even though they may still
Swallow me whole.
I'll stand strong
Until the fiercest fight,
Until I am shattered
From the force
Of the blows.
I'll stand strong
To the end of my days,
Enduring the pain
That has been
Thrown my way.
Seize
Seize her smile
Put it in my pocket
To hold for later
When she's not so near
Her strength pushes me forward
Capture her beauty
Hide it away
In the recesses of my mind
To prehend all that she is
To seize the moments with her
Taking full advantage of every microsecond
Some say I will die for you
I say I will live for her
Don’t Look Back
Just think of yourself.
Don't think of his face or of
His gentle whispers.
Think of your new life.
Don't think of him in your bed
Or holding your hand.
The whispers only
Came after the yelling and
The fists upon you.
Too often, he held
Your wrists so you couldn't run.
Bruises from his "love."
Leaving behind your
Heart saves you. You show your strength
By running away.
clockwork
strength is truly in the moment when you're not afraid to cry.
when you don't care
about words that you have swallowed,
when you don't care
about what others will think and say.
crying is too often misinterpreted.
it is weakness,
they say.
it is to be avoided
as it makes you look foolish,
they say.
why are we trying to feel
mechanically?
because emotions just don't operate in clockwork.
Sometimes
Sometimes we see things that aren't meant to be seen.
Sometimes things aren't always as they seem.
Sometimes we need someone to call our own,
When we're alone.
Sometimes people can't understand,
Why things get out of hand.
Sometimes life isn't fair,
Especially when people don't seem to care.
And sometimes it's hard to say,
Why things are this way.
Sometimes it's all you can do to get by,
When every dream continue to die.
Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain.
Even to relieve the pain.
And when we've had a really bad day,
Sometimes we simply need to get away.
We never know what's wrong with our pain.
Sometimes the hardest thing and
The right thing are the same.
But sometimes when people get hurt,
Even the strongest ones may need comfort.
Strength?
We find it when we are lost
When we have already broken into shattered chaos
When our only option is to remember
That the sun will rise and
We will try again.