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Crying is Cool
For years I had this pre concieved notion of what healing and a healed version of myself would look like. She would levitate at will of course. That was a given. How else would people know I'm better in every way? Also I would speak in way that stops the world. My every word and sentiment would be breaking news. It was very shocking to me that even after committing to yoga for a whole week, and drinking more than enough water, I still was not peaking. I added prayer. Babes!! I prayed so much in every way. Prayer circles, journals, therapy, drugs, meditation, you name it. I probably couldve done more but the only thing that grew was frustration. Im not that peak image of healing. what was it? I was ashamed. I was ashamed that because i wasnt out performing, out glowing, that it wasnt happening. Mind you it was. I was having glorious experiences. Unforgetable moments, but that shame itched at me. I often felt like crying. And i hated her. I hated that part of me that i couldnt control. I was scared. scared that someone would make me fucking cry. and they did. but i carried that fear. I hated my tears. I hated their flow. I hated how free my tears where. I was jealous if you can believe that. That the only time i feel good is when Im crying. Forreal letting looooooose with the water! But i was ashamed. At the same stupid time.
By NoturMami 4 years ago in Poets
My Hope: A Journey Through Life
Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a young boy named Tom. Tom was a curious and adventurous child who always had a dream of exploring the world. He was filled with hope and a burning desire to experience the many wonders of life.
By Muhammad Umar (Muhammad Umar)4 years ago in Poets
Coal Camp Children
Coal Camp Children It’s been many years, gone by times, Pinched between decades not costing a dime. Free for those who cared to become a part,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
Love is a rose
Love is a rose, with petals soft and sweet It blooms within the heart, and makes our souls complete With every kiss, and every whispered word
By lover4 years ago in Poets
"The Broken Heart"
Meet our protagonist, a young woman named Sophia. Sophia is a successful businesswoman who has built her own company from the ground up. Despite her professional success, Sophia has always had a void in her heart due to a past love that never worked out.
By Forever Magnifico4 years ago in Poets
Angel
On silent, feathered wings she flies, The angel of the western isle, The tears that fall from soft green eyes, Belied as always by her smile,
By Coeurdelion4 years ago in Poets
Madame de la Lumiére Lune
My heart is lost, I lost it to Madame de la lumiére lune, She stole it ‘neath of yonder Yew, My heart is lost, I lost it to
By Coeurdelion4 years ago in Poets
Roots
I am from Mason Jars, and galvanized steel water troughs From wooden clothespins holding on tight as our bedding and clothes try to take flight
By Kt4 years ago in Poets
"Treasures of Life" Uncommon
A thing of beauty rare and true, A treasure set up by only a many, A rock shining bright and clear, A sight that takes down all fear.
By Suresh Natarajan4 years ago in Poets
Dancing leaves in autumn
Dancing leaves in autumn, Whirling and twirling in the breeze, In shades of red and orange and gold, A natural symphony to please.
By Deva4 years ago in Poets
The Thief
The Thief What do you have to offer in exchange, For my time spent, may life stories to exclaim? Is it some somber walk you want to assign,
By Dan R Fowler4 years ago in Poets
Wonderful Conversation with the Ants
Ants, Oh, Tiny ants Procession of soul’s droplets Ten Million years ago Your species came into existence on this earth You are the tiniest wonder of the world
By Suresh Natarajan4 years ago in Poets