And when the waves crashed in she realized that she was strong enough to stand.
ART by @morganharpernichols
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Fill the full. Fill the rich with more.
For what they have is nothing.
And they know not of what they long for.
Fill the greedy. Fill the smart.
Pack the intelligent mind.
Because all they have is a piece.
And their research never finds.
Fill this path. Grow this garden.
Drench this fall with new light.
For the ground of yesterday has hardened
and today’s as dark as night.
Fill the empty. Fill the void.
In the silence and between the noise.
Yesterday was loud but still so vacant
Give me the quiet with a resounding affirmation.
Original Poem by me
He shook me by my small shoulders and yelled “stop crying”. I cried when my mother went to the grocery store. I didn’t know when she was coming back.
I didn’t know a lot of things. Wasn’t sure when love would sweep in again.
It wasn’t a tragedy but definitely not a fairytale. Life had me frozen stuck at the time that I wanted to live so badly. My once whimsical spirit was stifled at the mercy of my ever present grief.
Tears flowed because nothing else could. The spirit spoke because no one else would.
The pillows were my friends. I was held by the cushions of comfort, at last, I could breathe and let imagination dance.