I wish I could be like one of those extremely talented people who take snapshots of the generic, and turn the mundane into a masterpiece, and call it blogging. Unfortunately, I am not very good with cameras. The only thing I have working for me are words - which are pretty hard to weave into something stupendous, if you ask me. One day, I shall write something incredulous. But for now, this one's for you. It isn't wrapped in gold, just written sincerely :)
I stumble, I fall
Skinned knees and bleeding elbows
You took my hand and told me,
"Young lady, you should stand tall"
A tree is judged by the fruit it bears, so they say
I hope I have shown the world
The sturdy tree from whence I came
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
vee.ei.en.
As the cold morning approaches, I fight off the urge to rest my head on my soft pillow. I think of you and needles and cotton befall me at the exact moment. Your face, a perfect photograph inside my head. Words sharp as a scalpel through the layers of our fragile skin, our souls weary and experienced. I remember that tree.
We've seen the cloudless night sky, and the dark hues of a stormy day. I do believe we have yet to conquer our Rubicon. There are things I would be willing to walk through, an honest word and a sincere act - that is all I ask of you. It was never about the what.
I miss you terribly.
We've seen the cloudless night sky, and the dark hues of a stormy day. I do believe we have yet to conquer our Rubicon. There are things I would be willing to walk through, an honest word and a sincere act - that is all I ask of you. It was never about the what.
I miss you terribly.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
cleaning up the attic
Encouragement and support is a necessity.
People often make do with judgments and criticisms, especially when you're clothes are decorated with earth and moist. You try to channel what is left of your patience and tolerate being pointed at as an example of failure. You stand up, dust yourself off and try again all to no avail. And the people you expect kindness from disappoints you.
But you smile and wipe your tear-streaked face. Because you are the only person you can count on. And as much as it hurts to try, you do anyway because you know you owe yourself at least that.
Encouragement and support is a necessity. Even if the only person you can ever expect that from is yourself. Just as muscles are developed to its full capacity when you exercise, you know you are getting stronger with every step you take. And that, for now, is enough.
People often make do with judgments and criticisms, especially when you're clothes are decorated with earth and moist. You try to channel what is left of your patience and tolerate being pointed at as an example of failure. You stand up, dust yourself off and try again all to no avail. And the people you expect kindness from disappoints you.
But you smile and wipe your tear-streaked face. Because you are the only person you can count on. And as much as it hurts to try, you do anyway because you know you owe yourself at least that.
Encouragement and support is a necessity. Even if the only person you can ever expect that from is yourself. Just as muscles are developed to its full capacity when you exercise, you know you are getting stronger with every step you take. And that, for now, is enough.
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