how sad it is

that the things we used to love

when we are angry and hopeless

turns into the things we detest–

like little smiles and endearing gestures

become hooks and chains

that disable us

good mornings and hellos

become garbled noise

and connections that were once

ribbons tied around our fingers,

become the noose we hang

our disappointments.

i do not want this darkness

to tell my heart it is wrong

to love fiercely

i want to see the sunshine

through the storm

to see the hope and the good

in the people we love

i choose to see the glass half full

and never running on empty

because even a droplet in an ocean of tears

is just as important as our fears

so i will hold everything

and everyone to the same

kind of love i want for myself.

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i built my walls up

and made a house


of glass

a long time ago


a wolf came by

and knocked


and i let it through


my house

tumbled to the ground.


i will build it again

with iron and stone


i will build it again,

i will.

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no matter how hard life gets

remain soft

remain kind

don’t let hate

devour your mind


be the light

be the love

shine bright through the darkest night

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i want to learn how

to be–


enough.


for the days

when there is less

and for days

when there is more


for enough means–

just right.


nothing less,

nothing more.

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the thing about sadness and pain is that, they burrow in the nooks and crannies of your being and you spend a lifetime trying to fish them out. sometimes you’re not aware they’re there. sometimes they’re like acquaintances, dropping by unexpectedly, to the house of happiness you’ve built. sometimes they’re lovers who rile you up in the middle of the night. sometimes they’re even old friends who know you and sit with you on a sidewalk as you silently lean on their shoulder. all the same, they are friends and they are foes. they need to be loved in order to go.

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