Your burdens
Become lighter
When you stop
Letting the negatives
Weigh you down,
And embrace
The strength
That struggles
Bring.
Tag: canadian writer
not enough
How many times
Must we be broken down
Then told
We are not enough?
easy
So easily
The soul hides
While bodies
And bravado
Intertwine.
cycles
Most things
Come in cycles,
From being underdone
To outdone
To overdone
To undone;
Round and round,
Spinning us in circles,
Passing the days.
nostalgia
Nostalgia can be a dangerous;
Trapping people in moments
And memories,
All the while
Time moving forward–
Their bodies present
Their souls stuck.
build me up, buttercup
I have been
Built up
And torn down
By so many people
I realized
The truest way
To build anything
Within myself
Was by myself.
the gardener
You are not a flower;
You are so much more
Than your roots
And your beauty,
And your ability to create life–
There are gardens
That lie within you
That most men
Could not begin
To imagine.
diamonds
You must relieve
Some of this pressure
You put on yourself,
We are not the earth
And this pressure will not
Turn us into diamonds;
Under such a weight
Humans are destined
To crumble.
secondhand emotions
When I found out
What happened to my mother
I was In grade 4, and heard it from a classmate
Who overheard a conversation
He probably shouldn’t have.
When I found out
What happened to my mother
My world came to a halt,
It was the first time I saw
How well pain can hide.
When I found out
What happened to my mother
I feared my sexuality,
I feared what I could do to others,
I feared what others could do to me.
When I found out
What happened to my mother
It didn’t change my love for her,
But it changed my world;
It was first time I knew
How truly unfair
Life could be.
harsh truths of growth (as told by the trees)
Sometimes a
Tree must lose its
Dead and dying
Limbs
In
Order
To
Grow.