Freelancer. Blogger. Poet. Certified Trauma-Informed Master Life Coach. Writing lights me up! Believer that truth without LOVE is just a lie.
Freelancer. Blogger. Poet. Certified Trauma-Informed Master Life Coach. Writing lights me up! Believer that truth without LOVE is just a lie.
Where I stand, there are no skyscrapers or smoky glass-covered buildings.
Here, there are no great leafy palm trees or green grass to walk barefoot on.
Most places have a bodega or a convenience store. Not here.
You know what else? There are no street lights, no traffic signals, and no stop signs anywhere. Did I mention there were no cars?
So let me run the list for you: There are no house...
The Artist commonly known as Prince gathered us all together to get through this thing called life. I thought life meant forever until I heard there was an afterworld. You didn’t buy it.
I still remember the day you casually said that you didn’t believe that there was any life after death.
You calmly explained your version of dust to dust as I seethed inside because I thought you were so. Very...
I hear truth. I see beauty. I feel peace. I am loved.
Everything around me radiates warm and quiet light. My soul blossoms to greet the sun. My heart is overwhelmed.
Even after the storm, a rainbow shows its colorful smile. I know that wherever there is a light, the flowers will find it just as my soul does....
Come closer to me and I'll tell you what I see.
Everything in this realm ain't what it appears to be.
Our history books are full of magical lies
But very few know since they've closed their eyes.
Dogma and doctrine have been ingrained so deep
We have just stopped thinking and drifted to sleep.
Religion has forced us to hate others on sight
And we fight bitter wars and battles to prove who is rig...
My head hung low with sleep still in my eyes, I quietly sip my scalding black coffee. I mindlessly glared out of the dingy kitchen window. Suddenly I hear the bus chugging up the hill; interrupting my stupor. My eyes find Miss Rogers scooting her 3 grandchildren out the front door. As they all dashed to the bus stop, I couldn't stop wondering how she did it all. Raising those little ones. Working ...
When you stare into my icy eyes, you can clearly see the thoughts flowing tnrough my mind. Wrinkles and lines decorate my face, a permanent reveal of how deep I felt the feels; how rugged the pain; how sincere the love. My crooked mockery of a smile slowly crosses my lips in sad disapproval of every wrong I quietly witnessed.
From the front, I am but an open book.
So I wearily hang my...