Destiny is like a lizard
when it finds its prey
it becomes invisible
it’s colors matching its surroundings
ready to make its pounce
and other times
it gets devoured
when its seen
by birds that keep an eye
from up high
just like people
who look at the world
from up high
and find what they’re looking for
Tell me, how am I supposed to feel
When all I get are crazy things to hear
my childhood was full of fights and nights of tears
I grew up shy with no words to ever say
I’ve never had no friends and today it’s still the same.
And now I’m always afraid of what move to make.
I feel like I’m stuck- I’ve lost from the beginning
Maybe it’s fate, or maybe I’m sinning.
I was never free, despite what it appears to be
But I’ve held onto faith and smile for hope.
I know I’m alone, but from above there’s a rope
for me to climb up, and let all else go-
ignore what’s happening, and keep writing
my list of wishes,
like how I wish someone would do the dishes-
I still struggle to live as life should be
But maybe one day, I’ll live as me
With a tough past, but free of grief.
and maybe I’ll finally write
when I’m not sad, but happy.
fear
-of what?
of getting hurt.
-but if you can hurt then you can heal
and if i cant?
-Trust Allah.
-He created the Heavens and the Earth, He created you, and created pain.
-He’ll create your health, glory, and gain.
okay, I’ll trust Allah, take the risk, and live.
-and learn and love.
and learn and love.
-now live.
Striving for the best will always come with a test
Struggle after struggle with no real rest
Have faith in Allah and Forgive any failure
Keep praying to Allah And forget your flaws
He’s the one in command
And loves for you to withstand
So tighten your belt
And draw out your pen
Its a different battlefield
One with red ink
So rise and devise
And keep your eyes on the prize
Keep looking
Keep trying
Keep believing
and just before your eyes,
you’ll see it
come to you.
Garden by the wishing well
Take these distilled moments and let it be spilt into a wishing well.
bc it’s meant to be spent
And lost
Let love be treasured
there’s no expiration
create a new default
Where faults are now fertile ground
For gold dafodils to sprout
Weave a new basket to pick away all doubt
there is no rush
There is no hurry
whisper all your fears away
with the soft glow of late bloom
let it consume the grief away
let it lash the confusion with lush lavender
be rained upon with cream rose petals
that reflect good memories from the past
This is your garden and that is your well.
so flourish
And let trickle the days you fell
I’m a queen of my own making
My sweat adorns me with gold
My feet carry me to my throne
And my lowered eyes make me high
security is my sword
upright shoulders and a solemn tongue
I have honor shadowing my path
Virtue has draped me in a cape
And my heart has become my veil
My secrets are my strength, of which is no one’s avail.
I’ve no ditches dug for blackmail or treachery
I don’t need a fort to keep me snug
My honor is the sun and cool air beeming around me and creating happy shadows,
I have nothing to hide
I can’t be fought over a drought dried of delight and rain
I’ve distanced myself from your woeful gain
There is no usury without the ingredient of misery
and I have none, thus I’m unbeatable
And my journey has just begun
My head is bare of a crown, my keen scrutiny is enough for a noticable light of status.
I don’t look into murky water, it’s a waste of divine time
I’m a queen of my own making, and my successor is my good deeds
Thus creating Never ending waves as my army
My name may be one day forgotten
But my work will be everlasting
And that makes me
The fairest of em all
#sjw
#female
I’ve experienced loss
I’ve experienced pain
But the journey is not over
Until I experience love
And I experience gain
And finally live in the present
Smile, I said,
You are not a mystery
not a book
with a beginning, middle and end
You may have some history
but today is what you are now
and tomorrow what you shall be
so Go ahead, as I take my bow
Tell me
what you are today.
I am listening,
I said.
and she became
as I smiled back.
🙂
to think so far
so slow
until I forget all about it
become myself all again
so I can’t turn back
in any other direction
except
move up
a step at a time
using one breath at a time
before
I’m all outa time
move up
away
from drowning low
most gracefully
until I reach the part
that I fell away from
and strike on further
not just move but elevate
to alleviate the downward loss I’ve countered.
flare up with the jarring passion of an illiterate to imagine
beyond what words can say
regenerate those dried up tears
into sweet musk fueling the cool glow
of cool blue flames of the living soul dwelling within you
Elevate
aim for  the echoed sounds of your heart calling down to you
There is nothing that the eyes see
but the heart sees more
Note To My Sanity 