Resist

Resist the urge to be mean

to yourself. Love yourself.

Be yourself. Tell those voices

to be nice, and don’t think

twice about silencing sounds,

words, or comments that bring

you down. You are amazing.

You are great. You are different.

You are meant to be special.

You are all the world needs.

Resist the urge to be the same.

You are rare. Uniqueness must

remain. Feel alive and well.

You still have stories to tell.

Don’t give in to bad thoughts.

Resist. Time can’t be bought.

Being yourself can’t be taught.

Rope Burns

As life gets heavier,
my grip naturally tightens.
I am playing tug of war,
and on the other side
of the rope is the fear
that I lose all hope.
I am always trying
to stay grounded when
my mind is flying.
I am trying to live
instead of thinking
of death or dying.
When I try to pull,
I feel that the hole
in my soul becomes
filled: almost full.
In this life, I tug, tug,
and tug. I attempt to
stand on top of a rug
that is being pulled
from under me. See,
these rope burns
come easy. I won’t
slip or lose my grip
until the sweet taste
of victory drips off
of my quivering lips.

Built to Destroy

Some are built to destroy,
to employ their evil onto
others. The good balances
out the bad. The happy
balances out the sad,
yet some are still mad.
Some are built to destroy
what others have built.
Some help fix problems
that others love to create.
The love balances out
the hate. There is death,
decay, and destruction
surrounding us. At any
moment, we can become
a part of the rubble, even
if we weren’t looking for
for the trouble. Bruised,
battered, and broken, I
look to salvage all that
I can before I kick the can.
I look to those built to
destroy and shake my head.
All that can be said is
“Don’t ruin a chance for
others to make their bed.”

Because

Because of my past, I see
a world unique to me.
Because of my experience,
I have seen life from
the other side of the fence.
Because of the times I hurt,
I learned to be aware: alert.
Because of the times of joy,
I rebuild people, places,
and hope once destroyed.
Because of the past pain,
I learned to train my brain,
and welcome pouring rain.
Because of the steep slope,
I found new ways to cope.
Because of the challenge,
I have found my balance.
Because of people like you,
I know to push on through.




The Spiral

There are those who make laws
and those who break laws.
There are those who fall
in the middle: standing on
the thin line dividing the two.
Laws are made – and broke:
changed – rearranged -repealed.
There is man’s law, and there is
God’s law. The law of the land,
the law of attraction, the law
of inertia, or the law of cause
and effect are just some laws
in place to keep all life safe.
Both sides of the law form
a perfect circle: a cycle of sorts
that will continue to spiral.
Good will always be at war
with evil, and love will always
fight hate. Destiny will always
challenge fate. Lawmakers
will always need lawbreakers.
The vicious cycle goes full circle
regardless of the side we choose.