A New Chapter of Your Life
You are the main character in your own story. Write it well. Continue reading A New Chapter of Your Life
Tag: self-aware
In Color, a poem of the atypical
She doesn’t know what she wants to be named, only that the tea-stained name she’s heard over decades of being talked at doesn’t fit. She’s a survivor but her feelings get purple sometimes. She sees in color what others only hear. Words are rainbow realities. And she’s confused for a moment when In a casual conversation They say “now you understand” Because she understood before. … Continue reading In Color, a poem of the atypical
Autism in Females
This isn’t a long post. Just want to share a helpful link. If you have questions about female autism, this person has created a wonderful resource. I suggest you check it out. Understanding Autism in Women Medically reviewed by Dannell Roberts, PhD, BCBA-D — Written by Corinne O’Keefe Osborn and Alina Sharon — Updated on April 18, 2025 https://www.healthline.com/health/autism-in-women#general-symptoms This life is yours. Use all available resources. Continue reading Autism in Females
Will to Rise, a poem
WILL TO RISE Will my body now to rise from soft haven, sweet and calm. Will my soul to stir inside and still living, carry on. Will myself to lift and stretch, to move with intention pure. Will my frame to strongly stand, giving in to life’s allure. Will my thoughts to clarify, and lock upon what I so choose. Will my doubt to nullify, … Continue reading Will to Rise, a poem
Stand Strong, a poem
Stand Strong I have a thought to call myself a princess Of a kingdom long since gone to rest. I have a thought to take to sleep and wander Through dreams of flowered fields and oceans vast. I have a thought to take these in a bottle And drink them down without a bit of bread. But thoughts of feasting cannot sate my hunger And … Continue reading Stand Strong, a poem
Build
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
Know the Now, a poem
Know the now without rosy bend, When dreaming of a want, a win. You can’t arrive at a journey’s end, Until long after you begin. Unblind your eyes, unbend your truth, Take each determined step in life. Earn your value’s vaulted proof. Gain victory over every strife. The end will not delay it’s call, Just to wait for you to arrive. Find the path that … Continue reading Know the Now, a poem
Bricks of Babel, a poem
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
All That I Might, a poem
Morning comes.Here i lie,To myself,About my day.I’ll get things done,I have plannedTo achieve,What i may.But I’m pretty clear,With honesty,I won’t doAll that i plan.I’ll end my day,Wishing hardThat i hadTaken command.Perhaps i willPretend toGo back in timeAnd do it right.Start again Right now, here,Get up. AchieveAll that I might. Continue reading All That I Might, a poem
Middle-Aged, a Poem
My whole life has led me here. The people I know now and the things I am doing now – I never would have guessed years ago. But that is life. You just never know what is around the corner. Continue reading Middle-Aged, a Poem
When Comes the Color
You have a choice to be happy or sad or indifferent or anything you please. It is not the world that adjusts and directs your emotions – it is you. You are in full control of how you see the world’s chaos. Continue reading When Comes the Color
The Urn, a Poem
Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We … Continue reading The Urn, a Poem
Leave the Burning to the Fire.
If you could burn anything – any idea, object, word, insect – Anything – what would you burn? I think I would burn procrastination. It is the bane of my existence. Mosquitos could go, but they do feed the spiders that feed the birds, etc. Maybe global warming, but that is a result, not a thing…World hunger is kind of a given but it’s so … Continue reading Leave the Burning to the Fire.
