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 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
Snizzlefish
People are like houses sometimes-dwellings.
You never find them completed.
Some are foreclosed; deprived & discouraged,.
Some are declared condemned; no hope of becoming anything remotely beautiful or something anyone would want.
Halfway finished, they come only with a foundation & you're left with a choice.
Are you gonna build them up?
Or tear them down?
I wrote this a long time ago (obviously) but I think it helps to go back to older projects, to see if you still have the same views, if you're still the same person or if you've changed. And I'm glad to say I still am These last couple weeks I've been working with patients for my clinical rotation. These old war vets are so broken (physically & mentally). They've seen things I can't imagine. They say all the wrong things and they don't listen sometimes. It's much easier to see people as their imposed circumstances. I vote we stop doing this and remember they are people. Other struggling souls. And sometimes, if you look hard enough, and listen quietly, they'll give you a glimpse of their true selves. And we have opportunities every day to enrich the people's lives around us. The world needs more compassion and a little less judgement. Is it really so hard to be compassionate to others around us who are fighting battles we cannot see?
 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
Hannah Beth
Golden words make
For a golden painted life

A little tarnished,
Yes.

But surely in reach,
And surely in sight.
Positivity is the key to success yo
 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
cv
barefoot
on grass
palms raised
up high
closed eyes

breathe

(because the world isn't as terrible as you think it is.)
so live for yourself.
 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
Jedidiah
Today I woke up,
with a heart that weighed me down my bed.
Thinking to myself
whether I should get up,
or give up.

Today I woke up,
with little energy left to spare.
Thinking to myself
that maybe
things are just beyond repair.

Today I woke up,
With that anger inside of me
greeting me
like an old friend.

Today I woke up
facing reality feeling
weak
and defeated.

Yet,

As true as it may be,

Today
*I Woke Up.
(Didn't actually write this today, but a few months ago)
the streets are filled with lies
of "how are you?" "oh, i'm fine!"s
strangers smile away all of
the battles that they hide
nobody's fine
nobody's great
it's not polite to articulate
the struggles that you're going through
but that's fine
how are you?

- p. winter
 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
Viola
If I could write a story
And I knew you would read
It would spew from me
Like the veins of a seed
That the morning dew sewed
And the sunlight freed
Blossoming like a flower
At dawns earliest hour
And folding into dusk
With the lingering aroma
Of natures sweet musk
 Sep 2017 Mildred Sim
D Berry
You have ten minutes to cry, eight minutes to whine, six to scream, four to wipe your tears, two to smile.

You have ten minutes to be weary, eight minutes to be unstable, six to pull yourself together, four to let go, two to smile.

You have ten minutes to hate them, eight to regret, six to mourn, four to smile, two to forgive.

It’s orthodox and maddening, but the time we have is short and limited. It takes one or two seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend and a lifetime to heal.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, drowning on promises that are empty and words that mean less, it’s a wonder we even survive.

Breathe.
Exist.

Hearts and souls ripped out, crushed, stamped to death. It takes seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend, lifetime to heal.

You have ten minutes to cry, eight to unstable, six to reflect, four to wipe your tears, two to smile,

One to forgive.
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