We Have Forgotten
We have forgotten how to feel. News flashes by at break-neck pace. The fake consumes us; where is the real? Each story comes on the turning wheel. No longer moved by a tear-drenched face, We have forgotten how …
Why I Love Poetry
If you haven’t noticed, I write a lot of poetry. I like it a lot. But why? Poetry is a way to express what I’m feeling without explicitly explaining it. Robert Frost said, “Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.” When I …
Me, Myself, and I
When tears fall from my eyes The waves will still land. When my world fills with lies The mountains still stand. I know I have value, only That doesn’t mean The world spins for me. I don’t paint the grass green.
React with Joy
I just finished The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin. In this book she writes about her personal happiness project. She focuses on a different topic every month, such as energy, money, etc. One of her ‘splendid truths’ is that to make others happy, you have to be happy. And vice versa, …
Between Change and Acceptance
I’m in a season of change right now. I just got my driver’s license, and I’m looking at colleges. I’m realizing that in a couple of years, I will move out and live on my own. I could be scared, and I do have a little bit of that emotion. …
I Was On the Hannah Ashton Podcast!
I just had the amazing opportunity to chat with Hannah Ashton, a YouTuber and teen entrepreneur, on her podcast! She has been a big inspiration to me for my blog, and you should definitely check her out. I went over my four components of an authentic life, care, creativity, connection, …
On the Inside
I don’t want to know who you say you are. You could build a pretty box. You could cover it with locks. On the inside, I know you hide a scar. I don’t want to see who you say you’ll be. You could form a plastic face. You could run …
Growth
Growing. Although it is healthy, We resist and fight. Stagnant Is the preferred state. Breaking out of a shell Is difficult, But on the outside Is the open air.
Veritas
Truth is breaking through the canopy; It is oxygen to my soul. Though I did not know I was suffocating, There was a gag over my countenance. When it was torn off, I learned what it means to breathe. Now I live with full lungs, And appreciate each rise and …
How Often
How often do we live asleep? A staring face with closed eyes. How often do we smile and weep? The air we inhale cries. How often do we run while tied? A dying muscle forced to fly. How often do we reach too wide? The very earth begs us to …