Olive tree standing tall on mountains top high.
Branches moving graciously
in the wind.
Little green leaves shimmering like emerald greens under the sun.
Then came a storm out of nowhere
everywhere flooded
Like Noah’s day.
Born was a sea above the land.
Olive tree hit rock bottom.
Still standing tall.
Branches still graciously moving
on the beat of turbulent waves.
Emerald green leaves now with silvery shine.

The branches of an olive tree are strong
Always moving, bending.
Resilient.
Never breaking.

Be like an olive tree
on the top of the mountain
or under the sea.


Shell✨🐚

Sitting within myself
Belief in my wholeness
Bringing my light
Letting it shine
Most of the time
There’s no way to escape
Uncertainty
Occasionally
But that is not me
I have a powerful destiny
Maybe through this poetry
And maybe after I no longer be
These poems might still speak for me

What has the future in store for me
Maybe it can give me a sneakpeek of that story
I am crumbling thinking about it
it's called worrying I know
Just a small peek, that's all I want
Or maybe more, the more I learn more.

Failure is certainly an option
In fact, it’s probably how it will be
If I ever admit
I’ll no longer compete
As long as I keep trying
I haven’t really lost
And so
Here I am
Not winning like a boss