Magic or Misery

In reality, we do not have a magic spell to make everything well.

We do still have great power to change ourselves this very hour.

No longer do we need to cower when we realize we are the tower we were locked up in.

Now we have the power to look down upon those who locked us away in our towers leaving us to cower.

We have the power to help them in their hour of need.

Otherwise, we are no better than them and are just turning the key locking them in instead of setting them free.

Stepping in

The darkness always brings forth such fear.

Though to turn on a light one must reach into the night, my dear.

To see the beauty within you and me one must embrace our thoughts even as they begin darkening.

Always remember it will be alright if you can step into the night and turn on the light.

Worker of words don’t blame her –

It is every ladies fantasy to find a poet who can encase her so perfectly in writing.

To feel so worthy of being placed in words so all may see her for all of eternity.

I know at least for me this will never be, and this is okay with me.

For in my heart of hearts I know I am not worthy of such arts.

Words flow but they hardly come and go.

I have never been one to sit and stay so the lines of a page for me are a cage and would only bring dismay.

Perhaps this is why I will never be placed into a grave…

 

Sing my soul into a song so I may dance with the leaves in a cool eve’s breeze for all to hear throughout the years.