No sacrifice She makes Is small At the hands of many Who do not honor Her at all. And yet each Spring New life is born Flowers bloom And the animals play Hope made new From Winter's gloom. But the hands of men Need to understand Her resilience Will not last. And that all humans Have a responsibility To preserve Her brilliance- Steadfast. Mother Earth Her weight on our shoulders now Yet She continues to give. From Her roots & soils; harvest is plenty Into our bellies So that all may live. May we set aside Our pride and ego And all our selfish industrial waste Get back to nature; honoring Her lands Great care we need to take Of Mother Earth for all our days. ©KSS 2/18/2021
Written in honor of #UULENT day 2. Word of reflection: Earth
Her neck was adorned by a neckpiece of unique memories trapped in ancient amber...!
For aren't some moments too worthwhile to be forgotten by the mind.... Yet too heavy a price to lose from the heart?
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Preserve my sanity, Preserve my identity, Preserve my family, Preserve my health, Preserve my well being, Preserve my relationships, Preserve my soul, Preserve my mind, Preserve me for your goodness, Preserve me for your plans, Preserve me for my purpose. Preserve me for a brighter tomorrow. For it is only in you that I can be safely kept.
I am fully prepared
to lose everything I've devoted my whole life to preserve
when the hands of a chosen,
gentle lover are not the first you have felt. you flinch at the signs of intimacy. because we are animals with broken bones mended with welded thoughts and who cower at the idea of fracture. because we are flowers with plucked petals striking with jagged thorns and whose blossoms are choked by thistles. because we are butterflies with shredded wings hesitantly fluttering with fear and who are bodied by the terrible wind. and alas we wander we grow and we fly.
we may be broken, plucked, and shredded,
but we live on.
Unedited outlook so bleak Disabled in ability Off turns the night Replace stars with bottle caps ****** glass Little shells
I wrote about you for the same reason I photographed you
Because even though we aren't the same people now You're the same person I fell in love with on the old pages of my journal But instead of being wrapped in your arms, the words on my pages hold me close and bring warmth to my heart, much like you used to The photographs of you pull up the corners of my lips to create a soft nostalgic smile, though my eyes start to pool in the corners Not tears of sadness, but of melancholy remembrance for how much has changed since the ink dried on my pages Tears that remind me why I write and capture So that I can relive the moments I held dearest and preserve those who walked down my path with me, no matter where they veered off on their own, they'll always remain the same in my story.
i am done
tired of you wanting me to be someone else I'm sorry to disappoint its struggle to receive your approval you'll fined sometime well most times my heart shrinking within the days mask peeling away to unfavorable me is this what you want sinking in my bed with death inside my head I'm heading somewhere were don't have to worry about the future hurry up let me be or may find better way