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.
The darkest nights make
for the brightest days.
The hardest times bring
out the sunniest rays.
The deepest of pain
will get washed out
by the upcoming rain.
teach us more than
dreams. When life gets
tough, do not quit. Sit,
wait, and listen. Watch
as the sun glistens.
Get through the dark
of the night to see
the light of day. Seek
refuge. Adapt. Evolve.
There’s no problem
you cannot solve.
There is chemical warfare each day.
Our bodies are the battlefields.
Caffeine, nicotine, oxygen, carbon.
Sometimes, living involves a bargain.
Most times, success is a moving target.
There are elements we can’t forget.
Hard times compound as bonds
break. There are certain feelings
we can’t fake. There are chances
we must take. There will be days
we hate. All we can do is wait.
Our fate is to be determined. Still,
we fill ourselves with the will to
kill chemicals spilled. Chemicals
swirl inside where our demons hide.
Feelings go low, then high like a tide.
Life is like a wave we must ride.
Dopamine, serotonin, adrenaline,
and cortisol. We must balance it all.
Life is short. Make sure you walk tall.
One of these days, when the sun
comes down as the children
play, I will have nothing to say.
I will just sit there and smile
knowing that life was worth while.
One of these days, life will have
showed me all that I needed to
see. I will have learned lessons
that are taught by time. Experiences
of mine will seem divine. Old
thoughts and feelings become
less appealing. One of these days,
I will love to the point of happiness.
I will give gratitude and hate less.
One of these days, I will feel alive
before I look death in the eyes.
One of these days, my dreams will
come true before my nightmares do.
To the ones I miss, I hope
you get the gist. I still see
you in the mist. You are
in the shadows, inside my
mind. You are the time
that continues to tick.
You are the remedy that
heals the sick. I am fire
and you are the wick.
I am the tongue and you
the lick. You are the air
that I breathe: life I can’t
see. You are the breeze
that refuses to leave.
To the ones I miss, just
know that our love will
continue to grow. Now,
I feel more than I see
and I appreciate that
the ones I miss will
stay by my side still.