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Meg Thompson Feb 14
happiness.
a word that has always been
foreign to me,
but here I am everyday
swimming and dancing
all in it
with all the giggles
and laughter
kisses
and melting  into
this beautiful life with you.

washing dishes  in the kitchen
as you kiss me and I smile
long discussions about
bills to dancing in the kitchen
and your hands on my hips

wrestling nights and bets
in the living room
my heart is full
when I see the both of you

you give so much
of your time
to  provide
when you walk inside;
I smile
that excitement filling me up
from my stomach to my racing heart;
that hug, that kiss, you're home.

the good days, the stormy days, the sunny days,
the hard days, the tough days,
the successful days, the days where
the stress builds up and only a hug will do;
everyday for the rest of my life
it will always be you
for the first time of my life
everyday...
I am happy.
Meg Thompson Feb 11
depressing authors
and their muse
find their way
through art
and war
as history defines it
time and time again
from rain to sunlight
peeking through the blinds
through every winter
there will be a spring
the rain cant always stay
but I wonder
do depressed authors like it that way
the rain
I mean
i've always been that way
but theres something about your laughter
that makes me think
somethings chnaged
I'm not the same
you make me so happy
Meg Thompson Feb 11
he smiled
and in that moment
I captured that memory forever
I saw him smile
and it was as if the sun knew the exact moment
to shine
because it shined on him
and his smile.
and that moment is ours forever
Meg Thompson Feb 11
when you fall asleep
is it quiet or loud
when you wake
and the birds rise
do you hear silence
or does the noise consume you
what haunts you
what keeps you
on your toes
who are you
and do you even know
do you believe every thought
or do you swipe them away
did the trauma steal your light
or do you glow dimly and


did the darkness take over
or did you welcome it in
was the light or your darkness
the path you chose to walk in
did you know there's more
than dark and light
black and white
I didn't always believe that
yin and yang
balance
beauty
in both
there is no
all good
all bad
there,
just.
is.
Meg Thompson Feb 11
one
two
three
four
five
six
seven
eight...
oh big eight, there you are.
my brightest sun
my little number one
my astronaut
my artist
my curious one
how far you've come.
how much you've grown
how beautiful you are
to all the laughter
you are my greatest treasure
I love you Maisie
happy birthday
Meg Thompson Feb 7
"speak"
they said
but I couldnt
I was drowning
in the static.
it was really
loud.
so everytime
I tried
the static made me stutter
and stumble
and fall
and the words "NO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
was all the reply
I tried to swim
but the current carried me
and I became lost
for years
I let the static own me
I let the static control me
but who was I?
what had I become?
so I didn't speak
I screamed
I yelled
I yelled until they heard me
or I thought they  might.
because the speaking didn't work
so maybe if I yelled
they would see my years of
all the times I tried
to speak
and all the words they
never heard
I screamed
I shouted
but they never heard me.
so they
will never
hear me
speak
again.
Meg Thompson Feb 7
the urge to create
to become something great
seeking validation from the external
opinions seen through
a notification
or a typed search
to be seen is to be loved
they say
but
I think
maybe it's not the most important
anymore.
the urge to create
for yourself
for people that see you
see your growth
your pain
your love
your heart
they see you
and
appreciate the value of you
the urge to create is not
for yourself or
for the world
but maybe yours.
the little universe
its all yours to hold.
yours to grow
to build
to shine in
so shine bright

create a life you're proud of.

the urge to create
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