Brushing my cheek
Gently moving my hair
He whispers…
Words that we shared
Of all that could be
He whispers…
Stroking my back
Down the length of my spine
He whispers…
Drawing me close
Into the depths of his heart
He whispers…
Reminding me of a time
When the earth did stand still
He whispers…
Memories of deep love
Of our pact made as souls
He whispers…
The hand you’re dealt on being born
The transience of this spread
Just circumstance; it’s nothing more
The Universal thread
Which path? Only you can discern
With your compass of freewill
Believe you’re perfect as you are
Taking stock, by standing still
Do you feel the odds are stacked
In other people’s favour?
A battle between your heart and mind
Will always make you waiver
Oscar Wilde said it once
His words are not mistaken
You can only ever be yourself
As everyone else is taken
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Our Greatest Fear by Marianne Williamson
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.
Defined by beliefs
Defined by your looks
Defined by the imagery, in magazines and books…
Defined by your past
Defined by mistakes
Defined by the choices, that everyone makes…
Defined by society
Defined by your friends
Defined by the energy, the media expends…
Defined by opinions
Defined by the polls
Defined by the endless, never-ending loopholes…
Defined by your gender
Defined by your sex
Defined by the libido, trademarked by Durex…
Defined by relationships
Defined by your mates
Defined by desires; your likes and your hates…
Defined by ambition
Defined by success
Defined by your drive, to make more out of less…
Defined by definition
Defined by the fact
Defined by your fear and your failure to act…
I wrote this poem a year ago. At that time, my deepest fears had become a reality and I was dealing with a great deal of heartache. I was beginning to accept that nothing is certain in life and was starting to let go of the perceptions I had about myself and others. Looking back now, a year later, I am able to start connecting the dots. At the time of writing this poem I was still learning to love myself and let go of the outcome, truly trusting the process. So, I am sharing this poem again, as the words are now music to my ears. Time, as the old adage goes, IS a great healer. Life cannot be forced, there will be wonderful times and times of great sadness, when we struggle to understand the reasons and purpose of certain situations, but remember, we are never given more than we can handle and in the depths of despair, seek comfort in the fact that these moments will pass and you will emerge, as I did, stronger than you ever thought possible. Seize the day my friends. Seize it and run wild with it!
The book bound by sadness, is reaching its end
It’s a one-off edition, no sequels to be penned
Held safe, spine to spine, it has really been my mate
It has taught me it’s wise, not to know my own fate
There are many, many chapters, all charting the course
Of a heart-broken woman, getting back on her horse
Tear stained pages, still hold their print well
And on reading them back, I am eased from my shell
My repetitive mantras, all laced with emotion
Held me responsible to myself and have set me in motion
I turned, facing my fear and caught my own eye
Recognising limitations, were what made me shy
Allowance. Allowing. We are designed to be our best
By letting go of control and letting life do the rest
It’s okay not to know, it’s okay to have joy
It’s fantastic knowing I’m everything but the boy
The final pages of resolution, all fill up with light
The potential and possibilities, revealed in plain sight
It is now and forever, the door is open and won’t close
I intend to live out my purpose, being happily grandiose
shiny pebbles 