My thorns had *****
And blood had spill
For my words ****
And run down chills.
I couldn't tame my tongue
For then, I was undone.

I lost my grip,
I let you slipped
The solitude consumed me
I fell on my knees,
I begged please
Silence my voice,
Chain my tongue.

At present, I'm redeemed
My words have healed.
To those I've hurt
I hope in the future
Your forgiveness I shall breathe
As for now I urge you
Accept my apologies.

when the moon was
red
The ocean luminescent
she was a starry
eyed girl
with a northern star
and a direction to go

Epiphanies unfold
like ribbons in
the winds

Decisions
they come
in wishful
longing
or
careful planning

Throwing caution to the wind
she took the first boat to
the island.

There he waited, an
apprentice to an ancient art
Preoccupied and isolated

She of the northern
star
had a sense of
direction

Settling into a
parallel universe

They were like
two kiwi bushes
across a fence
3 years later in
vined embrace
Produced the fruit
that never ripened
and over night
was gone.

She took the
last boat back
the northern star was
encased in fog
But
the southern cross
She couldn't miss it.

You are your own instrument in the
world orchestra

Join the chorus
Play a solo

Or

Simply stop
Rest
And listen to the beauty
happening all around you

The choice is yours

Be your own voice
Or follow another
But only follow another if
it resonates in your core
as your true calling

Above all else
follow your heart

Let your inner beauty shine
so that the world can
share in the special unique
characteristics and traits that glorify
your idiosyncratic nature
wholly encompassing
all that you are
Making you special
Making you YOU

Because the best version of you
is the authentic you
And it not only
brings inner peace
but is also
the greatest gift
you can give
the world