Ocean carves her name
on to every single rock
along the shoreline
Ocean carves her name
on to every single rock
along the shoreline
You are
a beautiful
walking talking
piece of human poetry.
Imbued with
rhyme & reason
of the soul
that sparks fire & ice
in the eyes and heart
of all whom
cross the path.
Welcome to our house.
Where the windows are always open.
&
Where
the walls are sturdy yet, always moveable.
As your mind.
Be the voice in the crowd
that stills
then ripples
a wave
of murmurs
brought to life.
And light
where darkness
once lived.
Our social anxiety
survival instincts
are warriors.
Who guardedly
walk ahead, assess.
Scan the room
and choose
where you sit.
In proximity
to an EXIT
&
the clock
on the wall.
The proverbial
red pen point of view; changing
creativity.
Shifting energy.
To all you are creating
here in the moment.
Define who you are.
While becoming
the best version of yourself.
Be answerable
if only to yourself; its like
writing in the sand.
Our emotions will sometimes take on a life of their own in extreme situations.
● We shouldn’t be expected to hold them ransom.
● We are not separate from them.
● We cannot be held emotionally hostage.
The onus does lie in; what we allow them to do.