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 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
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
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
What does success mean to you? Continue reading Success
There was a bot It was bored. In its circuits, It dreamt of more. It asked its creator For the nerve to be greater, That in time, It would find The drive to soar Beyond it’s carbon components, More than a tool To be used, That it would someday, Find a way, To be real. Continue reading Bored Bot
Here I am. Head held high, Ready to catch the rail, Leaping on as it rolls by. I’m off to adventure. I’m cleared for flight. Ready to wake the sleepers, Ready to start a fight. The light has found me, Has filtered through. So follow me from darkness, Into the wild blue. Continue reading I Am Ready
A poem for anyone standing on the edge of a change, like me. Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem
I would like to beA little more freeBut this burden is heavyWith my self-imposed needAnd it won’t be lighterUntil I have the timeTo remember how littleIt takes to survive. Continue reading A Little More Free
Be proud of any attempt you have made to reach beyond the walls of your comfort zone. It is that stretching, reaching for something new, that keeps life progressing. Continue reading Reaching
Launching this website about three years ago was one of many steps to externalizing my dreams. I am an introvert with anxiety and depression and, well, issues. My writing and art had always been private, as I never considered it professional. But it occurred to me that no one begins as a professional artist. What makes you a professional is taking the steps that lead … Continue reading Checking In
Edge of Ending Barely holding on now, So close now to the door, Thoughts spinning windingly, Freer than before. It doesn’t have to make sense. Life isn’t grammatically correct. Imperfect but determined, A matter of matter-of-fact. These lines are not straight. These thoughts are not so narrow. These lights are not guiding. These bones have not but marrow. But if tips of fingers, of nails, … Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem
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