A friend recently explained the painful process an Oyster goes through to produce a pearl. It was like a revelation to hear that, the process comes at a great price  lots of pain to get something with priceless beauty. The other stuff people might rarely see, is it like you or like me?The tough stuff me go through if it don't make us bitter makes us better. We  gain compassion, more understanding, a little kindness goes a long way to
brighten someone's day. If we don't let our trials lead us astray.
The things that people see on the outside,don't define us the true beauty
is contained  deep inside; our jewel. The next time you are having a tough time it is just a process, the working out to make you stronger to
produce your jewel. The tough times are not meant to stay forever they
have come to pass. What is inside is what truly counts, be the pearl and
let your true inner beauty shine; the rest is just the outer shell.

A Poets friends are an empty notebook and a pen

Words of encouragement are like a cool drink on a hot day
     Words of encouragement can chase the blues away
     Words of encouragement are like a warm sweater on a chilly
      May day
     Words of encouragement is something most of us seek
      Words of encouragement is something too few people speak
       Words are a powerful tool they can be used to build people up
        Why not spread words of encouragement today?

My black hole theory is not profound
I just want what is lost to someday be found
I have a theory there are many series of black holes
somehow linked to the big one
They all have their own gravitational pull
They seem to have an innate hunger for whatever is shiny or new
They seem to **** it all in like of vacuum taking it away from me maybe even from you
There used to be some sort of portal through my couch , to try to stop it I removed the couch from my house
A strange thing happened it is all true, stuff started disappearing from my purse especially anything shiny or new
That can be very problematic if you are at the store and reach in your purse to pay the teller and all your change is gone, no more to be seen
It made me feel like crying, or maybe scream
The logical person that I try to be thought there must be an explanation, so I emptied out the contents of my purse in the store's bathroom,  I carefully checked the purse lining for any holes
I found no holes and none of my change too, I just had picked up a new roll of quarters from the bank and that was gone too.
Henceforth, I was quite perplexed when I pondered upon what happened next. I washed clothes and then dried them and took them out to fold them and put them away just like any day. I just can’t understand why I end up with so many mismatched pairs of socks. Then I had a possible revelation many there is a black hole, or perhaps even a vortex that one of each pair of socks gets ****** through. I still feel a bit blue about my socks missing their perfect mate. I confess I also did not like to lose one of the socks of my favorite pair with a picture of an M&M; along with the saying “Who’s Your Candy”, maybe it seemed too irresistible to resist. If it happened in a science fiction movie maybe some guy would exclaim “Beam me up the M&M; socks”.( I seem to lose one of them each time I dry them). The curious thing is the holes left in the mismatched socks that were left behind.
I  pondered the situation later that day and thought of my little black hole theory , the little black holes somehow linked to The ******* Hole and ******* my stuff in, I know I am no scientist, but if someday The Black Hole lost its gravitational pull, and my stuff and maybe other people's else's stuff to started raining down,  perhaps my theory would take hold in the scientific community and hold some ground, or maybe Inquiring Minds, will want to know of my theory.  That is not what matters most of all to me ,theory or no theory, I just want all my lost stuff to be found.

I  look at the journal all weathered and worn
I look at the journal some pages intact
While others are torn
I read in the journal some stories happy
While many are forlorn
I read in the journal a trip to the past
Many memories that are sure to last
This blast to the past
Might offer insight to the future as well
For now I wait patiently
because only time will tell

Love is being thankful
Love is being grateful
Love is trusting
Love is kind
Love is expression of the heart and mind
Love is caring
Love wishes good things
When Love is true happiness it brings
Love is sharing it all with you

We often think of flashbacks as being associated with tragic events
I have experienced some like mentioned above, but maybe they could be something more
In a flashback you can visualize something so intently and you feel like you are living it again
It can make such an emotional impact, it can be paralyzing and emotionally crippling
It can take years of therapy to try to move beyond it, you may feel like you may never be the same
The mind is a powerful thing, professionals say you can change dreams, maybe likewise you can try
to change flashbacks
It would be great to be able to so intensely remember a good memory that you feel as if you are living it again, perhaps remember a time with a friend or family member who has passed on
To remember the sound of their voice, what they said, what they were wearing, the smell of there cologne or perfume. how you felt when you were with them, perhaps having the positive emotions outweigh the negative if possible
It would be great to be able to be able to freeze frame like in the movies on a great moment
It would be great to remember something so intently that you read, such as a favorite poem or book that you remember it for years, or be able to recite it from memory      
I don't know all that our minds are capable of I don't know if you know either
I would love to flashback to your poems and how they made we feel, and recall them in a moments of stress, in a second of time, and melt my troubles away

Silence can be tough when you have something to say.

Unchained I hear the melody
Unshackled I can dance again
Unbound I am breaking free
from the cocoon that held me
down
Free to be the Butterfly

The embers are slowly burning out, the fire of faith has been growing dim. My mind is wandering toward some foolish whim.
I can hardly recognize, when the seeds of doubt , snuck in.
It is time for a spiritual awakening to begin.
My prayer, Dear Lord, is that you would ignite your fire in me .
Help me, to recognize, the plans you have for me.
Lord, ignite your fire, help me, to be a blessing to those around me.
Let your light shine, in me, may it shine brightly enough , for others to see you at work in me. It only takes but a spark and the fire can start  again.
Lord, ignite your fire.
Lord, I pray that your fire, will be anew in me, each day

The polyp was benign according to the pathology report.
  One of my poems was Published in the Lindberg Edition of the Sr. Perspective, April 2016. The story-poem is called Hidden Treasure, as it first appeared here on Hello Poetry.
Here it is below if you missed it:

   Hidden Treasure
A man went for a walk one day. He seemed to be searching for something as he hurried about, "Just a rock covered in dirt nothing special he says while he walks away".
  A little girl walking down the same path carefully inspects each rock
  she examines each one and then picks up the same rock that the man
  had rejected.
  She holds it in her hands lifts it up toward the sun and says," you may not look like much outside, but I have a feeling that you’re true worth lies within you".
She excitedly skips down the path and brings it home and proudly presents the rock to her father.
He carefully takes the rock and breaks it open and discovers the treasure that lies within, a geode that is sparkling like diamonds in the light.
In life, people at times are too quick to judge according to appearances alone. They hurry through life, they seem to be searching for something but not taking time to discover what life has to offer us through one another. They might even perceive that another person is like dirt, and with that misconception they miss out in discovering another's true worth.
Upon closer examination they might discover that the other person has many great qualities and can become a treasured friend.
If only they would slow down and take the time to take a closer look so that they don't miss the hidden treasure that lies within.

Sensitive  

   I am just sensitive enough to cry to a sad song  

   I am just sensitive enough to sing along to a song that touches my heart

   I am just sensitive enough to cry while watching a Hallmark movie  

  I am just sensitive enough to listen to other’s troubles and either empathize or sympathize with them  

  I am just sensitive enough to be a shoulder to cry on

  I am just sensitive enough to be a good friend  

  I am just strong enough to not feel like apologizing for being sensitive because it is a part of who I am

I am hoping that you are sensitive enough to except my sensitivity as part of my unique character and personality.

I was packing up and moving on
I am faced with many new hellos
and some goodbyes
I did my best and did not cry
I felt that I must try something new
I feel like I am stronger just from knowing you
I will always have a piece of you in my heart as
make a new start

Sometimes my mind seems so full of thoughts
  Ideas spilling overflowing
   like ink onto paper

  Other times
my mind seems hazy
or just rainy day lazy
The more that I try to think  
more elusive my thoughts become
making me feel like I'm temporarily numb

The pages in the diary are beaten and worn
Some entries are happy others are forlorn
Some pages are torn
The lock broke a long time ago
The entries are an echo of the past
It is amazing that it would last all these years
Some pages are soaked with tears
It appears to have held up pretty well
It seems to have a tale to tell
It is enclosed in a hard shell
It has survived through many moves
I guess you could say I have too
I hope it can hold another entry or two
or  perhaps I should leave some pages unwritten

He was born in a stable humble and lowly, though he was the one most holy
He was the King of Kings and Lord of Lords, crown and jewels did not embrace his head, instead he was lain in a manger where animals were fed
Yet at his birth the Angels did sing and the shepherds came to worship him
  A star was put in the sky as a sign to draw us nigh unto him
  The savior was born, Jesus Christ the Lord, so let us come to the manger and realize what he's done for  
   you and me
   He's the holy one born to set us free, come one come all, rich or poor he loves us all
   He wants to give us Joy, peace and love, let us draw nigh unto him and let him draw nigh unto us
   Let us open our hearts and receive the Christ child and let his love be born anew in our hearts

If someone tells you can not do something
Do it anyway if it is worthwhile doing
Don't limit yourself by the opinions of others
  If you fall down get back up
  If you fail once don't be afraid to try again
   Hold your head up and wear a confident smile
Achieving your dreams starts with the first step
If you believe in yourself your already a success
  Aim for the sky don't forget to fly
  when reaching for your dreams they are closer
  than they first appear to be
  Dream wide awake and inspire others

I have had a hectic day
Poetry come and sweep me away
Transport me through time and space
Just take me to another place
I need a smile on my face
No one else can take your place
Poetry take me away

TV  will not do
I am devoted only to you
Give me a quote or a sonnet
My heart is yours
So write upon it
Poetry take me away

Poetry you are my most faithful friend
My love for you will never end
You are my undying trend
I want to spend time with you
Only you will do
My love for you is true
Poetry Take Me Away <3

Today's barren tree is tomorrows fruitful harvest
live life expectantly

I go to the River when I have a tough day
I visualize my cares flowing away
I watch the birds soar overhead
I long to soar and feel free
Perhaps I will dream of flying while sleeping in my bed
I go to the River when things are Okay
It is a good way to spend a day
I go to the river when tired and dreary
I find it to be beautiful and cheery
I go to the river to feel renewed and restored
I go to the river and feel a connection to My Lord
I go to the river for these reasons and many more
I hope you can go to the river too

I listen to music that matches my mood
The music is like color to my senses
Pink: A  happy tune
Blue: A sad song
Green: A song with lots of energy
  Purple: A song that makes me feel joyful
  Black: A depressing tune that I cry to
  Mixing them would be liking a rainbow after the rain
  A mixture of happiness, joy and pain, what remains is mood music, let it play

The first snow fall
Sparkling like diamonds
Even though it comes year after year
It seems magical
A newborn babies first cry
The look of Love in the parents eyes
It seems magical
The seasons changing from fall to winter
Spring to Summer
The preparations it brings
It seems magical
The blooming of flowers after a harsh winter
The fragrance they bring to the air
Makes me stop for a moment and stare
It seems magical
The first sunrise of each day
The rays of the sun
The moon at night to light our way
The starlight sky
So beautiful I could cry
The feeling that anything is possible
It seems magical

I miss the time when I was young and thought that I knew all the answers.
  Now that I am older I am confronted with more and more difficult questions that I never seem to have the answers to.
I  sometimes miss my youth when I thought that I had all the answers and ignorance seemed like bliss.

I am not able to conduct a parade
I would not want you to catch a chill
in the icy cold winterland
Lets stay inside where it is cozy and warm

Let my warm up your heart with songs
old and new as I serenade you
I hope the songs sung for 45 minutes
take you to the Top Of The World
because Baby Baby, you mean so much to be

I hope you will get to know me better As Time Goes By
and know that I am with you through both your laughter and your tears
I hope you will learn it more as i get Close To You throughout the years
You are My Funny Valentine that is for sure maybe that is why I Can't Falling In Love With You more each and every day
After years of darkness now I See The Light as it is shinning in your eyes
If you Kiss Me in the moonlight it will be a truly Wonderful World.

Many battles are Won or Lost depending on our thoughts