Appreciate and beliefThe moon is distant in the sky and a rich shade of yellow. It looks so beautiful, it's easy to forget or take for granted. I wonder how many people would say, "I guess I just assumed it'd always be around. I didn't even think about it often but I miss it now it's no longer there" if the moon disappeared. This is why we should first of all accept that we do take things for granted, people for granted and that in return we will be taken for granted ourselves. But, more importantly, we should remember to be appreciate, especially people we care about when we catch ourselves doing it.It's 2.40am and I can't seem to sleep. I've been feeling burned out, confused, stressed, worried, busy and all these emotions are draining. Some are even pointless. I love my life so why do I feel these things? Because I forget to believe in myself. It is as simple and as complicated as that. I worry so much yet I wouldn't half as much if I remembered that I am capable of handling undesirable, but some
Hold Onto HopeHe held my hand by the ends of my fingers as we ran through the field of barleyWith every kiss we communicated unspoken desires and fearsI was alive staring into his green eyes, feeling this uncontrollable energySurge from his head to his hands and through my bodyDad said hed never love me, that I was a fool to waste my time with his typeWe define riches and wealth in our different ways, money is not a want in my lifeWants me to marry a man with a stiff upper lip manner and a million dollar manorA man whod treat me with no more respect than he thought a woman would deserveMy boy just wants me to happy, hes my entity and now my identityHe said, Wait for me and pressed his lips on my tear-stained cheekHe drove into the horizon and out of my life, though not foreverAs I dry my eyes and remember to write; Ill keep holding on to hope.
Solace in SpringWinter thoughts make the mind despair, nothing is as it was The dark wearing on the soul, gravity weighing heavilyClouding over any clarity your fingertips keep hold toLong, lonely nights, short days of nothingHope seems as fragile as the stripped treesThings that once seemed great are bareThey shall grow and flourish, just not yet.Yearning for how it once was; previous summers of beauty and joyPain makes time seem longer and speech spoken slower.It is too easy to hibernate inside, shut everything outCourage lies within going through the motions and staying trueLet the rain wash away the pain, sit quiet and strong against the stormCreating a braver, wiser person who is more prepared for less fairer daysTake solace in spring; that the sun will shine down again.