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Meysa Apr 2020
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t study the clumsy crevices that lay in my stomach?
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t nurse the jagged grooves that make up my spine?
How could I love myself
                                                 If I didn’t unearth the secrets that my pores harvested at night?
I am touching parts of myself that I have never touched before.
Eloisa Feb 2019
The winter fairy has again knocked on my door with a lovely gift of today
With a little sunshine hue
this morning she arrived with tiny friends
Still sulking in darkness and in my melancholic silence
I got up and tried to peek
A little smile then curved my lips
happily singing their winter songs
on a frail tree branch were birds with tiny feet

The gift of laughter that I heard suddenly gave me hope
Winter is not only a season of gloom, of tears and of despair
Its beauty is also a season for peace,  for thinking and for memories
Because of my new feathered friends
a reminder so I write today
That for any season that we have
to feel untroubled or miserable is our choice to make
Eloisa Mar 2019
Too wonderful is the spring's day and night
Painting the meadows with delight
Too green are the grass and leaves
Waving happily in tune with the breeze
Too sweet is the smell of the blossoms
Rejoicing in colorful robes they bloom
Someday my dearest love we will
Oh believe me, one day in April
Spring dance in the sun we will
On a sweeter spring, we'll kiss uphill
Eloisa Jun 2019
My mind has gone to thousands of directions
I walked in dark alleys and bumpy streets
I dawdled in roads that were rough, treacherous and steep
Seeking silence, I turned around distracting thoughts
The humps, the bumps, the wrong turns and detours
The missteps, the slips and the stumbles
My road ahead is neither smooth nor easy
But on this beautiful path, I now tread in peace
With each tiny step, I feel the gentle breeze
With each little step, I see pretty flowers flourish
Each of us has a unique purpose in this world. To serve our life's purpose, we are given a choice to traverse the path we'd like to explore. We actually have our own road to travel. Worry not of what lies ahead. Let us take each step at our own pace, ahead is our own journey to savor and marvel. Let us go as far as we can and from there, trail even farther. There will surely be tons of challenges to face and many failures to experience. There will also be a lot of humps, bumps, wrong turns and detours. The setbacks, pitfalls, shortcomings and even some of the triumphs we'd meet are lessons that will pave a way to get us through our desired destination. Just always try to be generous to take time to care about who we are, what we do, the people we meet and the wonderful views we encounter along the way. Take our journey to be an amazing chance to learn and an opportunity to make a positive difference to the world we live in.

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