It won’t It will Ach it’s going to be okay Humidity hits me As I watch clouds growing darker I don’t want to carry anything I just want to walk And so I do Just me Myself And warm summer rain on my skin It was okay after all
Not sure if this is still part of the poem or not ….
Stop being offended for the sake of satisfying self-righteousness Your anger is not strength It is fear compressed into tunnel vision Strength is the ability to listen To challenge your own worldview To understand that the other Holds as much worth as you
Your worth was given at birth. It is value you try to prove–if you must. Trust the journey. Every day you become more than you were yesterday. Your life is worth. Your humanity is worth. Your smile is worth. Your tears are worth. Your pain is worth. Your joy is worth … is worth the time and the space you inhibit. Value is added. What is it you want to give? How do you want to serve?
The Projector burns holes into the slides Self righteousness has been in too long
Truth A new slide Projected onto the narcissist Desperate to quelch the flames
Mirror images are waiting Alone Mirages of former hope Waiting Dreaming That one day One day not too late You turn To look Into The mirror
Projections can be fierce both for the person who (often) unknowingly projects, as their perception of reality and relationships can be challenging to live with. And the projectee as they constantly are given aspects which are not part of their reality or identity. Becoming aware from both sides is important.
Interacting through art The only way to be part Warped realities thwart Truth in love apart
Until you come into yourself These are the times that’ll help To plant your feet in kelp Entangle your roots back to your self
That be the time you understand The breadcrumbs leading across all lands
Where always meant to be the way home Through tears and joy–back to blood and bones
That’ll be the days of brave When standing tall within yourself is save
Went to see stepchild's graduation exhibition. The only way for dad to interact. PA was visious, aggressive, full of lies and warped realities. Don't know how many times I wished we understood PA earlier.
Never quit because someone asks why Your weird and wonderful hobby Dancing in the rain Singing it loud Hugging a tree Talk to strange cats Smell a flower Buy more fabric Buy more paint Even if you don’t know the dress or quilt yet Even if you cannot yet see the painting
Don’t let others’ ‘Why?’ Stop your joy*
*(Well obviously as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone. Just in case you are looking for an excuse here.)
Forgive her, him, them What for? Healing? Pish! Closure? Posh! Peace of mind? Ha!
Let go Let go of all that is not yours to carry Shame, hate, pain, anger, violence Send it back Send it back
Return to sender What's mine is mine What's yours is yours
Don't fret Ponder Rumage Let go Set yourself free
But forgiveness? Forgive yourself always! Forgive them, him, her? Not your job. None of your business! That his, her, their soul work to undertake
None of your business
Set yourself free By claiming you Your youness Your power Your light Your strength Your happiness
Unburden yourself From carrying the weight of the perpetrator It's not yours to carry It's not your path to walk They wanted you to To join them in darkness To join them in pain To join them in shame To follow their insanity Just Do Not Walk this path
Choose Choose freedom Choose your own path And let go You are not obliged to forgive Send this back to Them, her, him