Therapist - napowrimo

 

Sunrise on skin,

that tingling

feeling like a lover

stroking clear the

strains of a day.

Kissing the pain away.

 

Sunrise is more

than mere light,

it is

the stories

it inspires,

The fiction

that arises

from its

heart of fire.

 

Sunrise is therapy, in light,

every beam hitting your soul,

every ray feels right,

touching your heart, inspiring

you to stand proud.

Inspiring you

to fight to be you,

to speak your words loud,

when the world

can feel cruel and

can smother you in clouds.

 

Sunrise is

the universe

giving you

permission

to shine as bright,

sunrise is

the universe

granting us

wishes that sleepy eyes

can only dream about.

Sunrise is the

bleating of a lamb

in the springtime,

sunrise is the song

of the birds calling home

after a long flight,

Sunrise is life.

Only bettered

by the coming of the night

Potential

 

The potential

within you

is boundless.

Energy

spanning whole

universes wide

and stretching out

into the untold beyond

and on to the ever long

eternal whispers

of the cosmic aeons.

 

You are a star that has

only just burst into life,

A light born into the night.

A candle wick set alight.

 

The journey is endless,

our meaning lives on, in

stories of love and light.

Your potential is enormous,

so many seedling trees

sitting in wait to become

a mighty forest of you.

 

The potential is gigantic,

massive, humongous, monumental,

extravagant, substantial,

stupendously vast.

For you stand on

the shoulders of giants,

and hold your arms aloft,

and the world looks on in awe

at the magic that is cast

by your silhouette in the dusk light.

 

When you speak,

the waves stop their roar,

listening in wonder

at all you hold within.

The hope that lays

underneath your skin,

for ourselves and the entire globe.

We are not stacked objects on a shelf,

or damaged packaging dropped

in the returns bin of history.

We are light itself and

in the light, hearts flow,

smiles of love and light to follow,

which live forever

side by side

in perpetual promise

with the stories we sow.

Jigsaw - NaPoWriMo poem

 

I am a jigsaw of pieces,

scattered all over the page.

Stray threads left to dangle...

 

New ideas bleeding

in from the edge.

 

I am complexities wrapped

in ease-of-use transparency.

A see through image,

faintly showing all of me

in a battle with inadequacy.

 

I am a million stars

blinding the night,

I am darkness personified.

I am the blink of an eye.

 

I am sounds amplified

I am silence in

a library of sound.

I am the noise you hear

in the hush of a crowd.

 

I am unpredictably predictable.

 

I will fall

more than stand,

but I’ll run

and feel the wind

in my face.

Even if my legs buckle

and I crash land,

I’ll stagger on,

because I can only win this race

if I hold my heart in my hand.

 

I am a castle of sand,

drifting debris in the wind.

 

But I’m as solid

as a house of stone

and in my field, I will

stand free.

 

A scarecrow

scared of nothing

and everything.

 

All I have ever been

and who I will ever be.

A mannequin of mediocrity,

or a marvel of merit.

 

I’ve paid my dues to the universe.

I’ve given my blood, my hope, my screams,

to let it pour more back in, drop by drop,

as the moonlight whispers messages

to keep it always near the top.

A vessel overflowing with

unsubstantiated dreams.

But time, it seems has a way

of finding the answers

when you least expect

them to claw through the seams.