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sunflower vibes
Self-Awareness
Dear human, it is already late. Where have you been? All the other flowers in the garden have already started blooming. But wait, hold on—do not despair. Do not be too quick to self-loathing, self-pity and self-hate. See this moment instead as an opportunity to see your most powerful blessing—the wisdom of knowing who you truly are at the root of all your patience and suffering. For it is in that moment when you truly know who you are can you then understand the courage it will take for you to bloom towards what you truly desire.
soil
when you bloom
doesn’t define who you are.
a person can bloom
at the age of 17, 35 or 73 and still
be left empty,
not good enough,
and wanting for more.
my darling,
carefully listen to these words:
‘where you bloom
is what truly defines who you are.’
that place in your life
where there is an abundance of joy.
that place in your life
where there is a handful of purpose.
you can bloom in kindness.
you can bloom in service
to a cause that you truly believe
will make this world a much better place.
you can bloom in friendship
and you can bloom in the truth which is
that from the very first day god planted you into
this planet you were already made beautiful and whole.
it was simply the day
that something or someone made you feel like
life is a race that persuaded you into thinking otherwise.
christmas feelings
my humans are smiling
tonight
as they unwrap their gifts
and say the words
“thank you”
“i love you”
“god bless”
and lastly the words
“merry christmas”
we’re all under the same
broken moon
but the flowers in me are happy
at last.
Christmas Wishlist
Christmas Wishlist
1. Flowers of self-forgiveness
2. The power to overcome hopelessness
3. The wisdom of showing compassion to myself
4. An abundant amount of contentment & gratefulness
5. Infinite reasons to stay alive
A Funeral In My Heart
Loneliness is having a party
in my mind again and that’s okay.
I am surrounded
by souls.
Some treat me like
sunlight and some treat me like
moonlight.
I cry myself to sleep
and no one knows that the truth
about loneliness is that it protects
ones heart from everything but itself.
There’s a funeral in my heart,
and the casket is too small for my
childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’
I want to live without thinking
about who will miss me when I’m gone
because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye
letters that mean nothing without a recipient.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and there are no flowers because
nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide.
I wish I can say sorry for being
so selfish but that would mean apologizing
for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together
like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say.
There’s a funeral in my heart
and I am all alone here with the lights closed
because the window might glow and I am not light.
I am not light.
