Nothing can stop the unquenchable fire,
fed by the flame of the deepest desire.
 
Born of a purpose, intent that is true
in the one who's determined to do what they do.
 
One who believes it can always be done.
One who won't quit till the battle is won.
 
One who gets up every time that they fall.
One who dreams big, regardless how small
 
they may seem in this world of confusion and doubt.
No, nothing can stop one who's figured it out –
 
that the universe bends to the purpose and fire
of the one who holds true… to their deepest desire.

I unspool the silence,
shed the smallness
in my head.

I take it all in,
let my voice swell—
and no longer ask
permission to exit the room.

You turned up suddenly in my life.
I wasn’t expected at all.
You was so determined and daring.
You hold me tightly in whole.

You understood what to do,
What I wanted and dreamed about.
Even though you knew me a bit,
You knew what I needed just now.

And unnoticed, in a half whisper,
You appeared beside me
As the rustle of leaves, the wind sound.
I don’t know how it could be.

It’s like you are on “Replay”
All day long till it’s dark.
When the night comes and I fall asleep,
You are with me stark!

If misfortune haunts your steps.
Let the burning desire in your heart
light your way.
Should your fuel turn into ashes,
Split the atoms
set the world ablaze.
Rush toward victory,
for this is the path you've chosen.

A lonely heart yearning for connection,
Wandering soul, searching for purpose,
Conflicted, unsure of whom to listen to—
Mind, body, or the heart.
Scared, yet determined on this hopeful path,
Walking the road one step at a time,
Leaving his trail behind.

The woman in the wheelchair
still finds you funny although her laugh is silent
it is lost in shadow and smoke
hid beneath the cloak
of her stroke,
you can tell her a joke
she will probably get it
although the speaker may have gone
her sense of humour carries on

If life bent to our will,  
Would it truly be easier?  

I can't speak for others,  
But I believe everyone craves success.  
Who dreams of failure?  
And yet they say,  
"Destiny is in your hands."  

How true is that?  
Destiny in my hands—  
Really?  

I have cried rivers.  
I have walked through storms.  
Can something be done?  

Just let me live.  
For me, life means:  
Success unshaken,  
Peace unbroken,  
A purpose fulfilled.  

I can't tell for others,  
But I must make it.  
Destiny is in my hands—  
Not because they said it,  
But because I choose it.  

I will leave my mark.  
My legacy.

"You made it look easy," they whisper—
A phrase that echoes, hollow and sharp,
Cutting through the quiet of my solitary journey.

Navigating parenthood alone,
A military spouse stretched thin by distance,
Selling dreams as fragile as glass,
Balanced on the edge of every choice.

A diagnosis presses against my chest,
One child in my arms, another learning beside me.
Battles hidden behind closed doors,
Invisible to those who see only the surface.

When I bared the depths of my soul,
Resilience bloomed like wildflowers—
Not a cry, but a roar.

Judgments swirl around me—
A storm of misconceptions,
Echoes of untold stories etching my truth.

Others glimpse my path only when they walk similar roads,
Their perceptions shifting like sand,
Revealing the landscape of unseen struggles.

My journey is not a blueprint,
Nor a promise of simplicity.
Each step a singular rhythm,
Each challenge a raw, unscripted melody.

I didn't make it look easy;
I made it look possible.

Resilience is not a performance,
But a quiet, fierce rebellion.

No shortcuts, no easy roads—
Just forward motion,
Carved from determination,
Etched with survival's raw grace.

I sit here, posting, writing,
Yearning for attention,
Hoping for hearts I might earn
From the avid reader.

I check, and check, and check again—
Yet nothing takes effect.
My heart grows tender,
Dreaming of climbing stature,
But the steep hill looms impossible to capture.

Still, I post, still I write,
Determined to yearn and fight.