We can all be better,

        for that one moment.

We can touch a
               heartbeat
              and show that even though


were at our lowest.

we can raise someone

                 higher just when they need it.

Arms still raise goosebumps
Though your stare I often see
Paralyzing blues

Mothers. Possibly one of the significant contributors of the phrase “Empowered Women, Empower Women.” They overcome adversities, challenge social norms and break down barriers – rising and raising their child with them.

They plant flowers in the garden of their children, so they can bloom. They pour love out like a waterfall and nurture those who drink from it. They enflame hearts with compassion. They orchestrate and create harmony amongst their children creating a beautiful symphony. They pave roads and liberate. They voice out and amplify the ones of their own.

Here is to their depths of love that supports and caresses. To their cheers that uplifts. To how they raise and confront the world. To their softness. To their boldness. To their resilience. To their sacrifices. To them bringing out the best in us.

Here is to their ability to create an insurmountable power that only grows. Here is to them to being driven and passionate in their own authentic way. To them carrying out their integrity. To them setting examples, aspiring us to emulate.

To the ones who give birth, adopt, educate and raise. To the ones who devote their lives to their families care, to the ones who balance. Here is to them creating ripples carried over generation. To them shaping us and thereby shaping the world after them.

I want to help, I really do
But I don’t like the thought of dying.
Anxiety keeps me on the ground
Instead of up there flying.

So raise a glass to all those people
Who could do what I could never.
By their constant and certain efforts
They make the world much better.

Everyone says I should just try
But I know that I would fail.
And even if I did agree
For my health I’d have to bail.

So raise a glass to all those people
Who could do what I could never.
Like the astronauts in space who quite
Possibly could stay there forever.

Raise a glass to all those people
Who could do what I could never.
Like the people who study volcanoes
Who could rest there forever.

‘
  
              rooting from nature’s beating heart
              through mud and soil it raises
              a tree, bathing in rain and sunshine,
              listening to thunderstorms at night
              ...

I am holding onto something
I'm scared it isn't real
Is this an illusion?
Is it what you really feel?

I know it is wishful thinking
Wishes don't come true
Every time you're on my mind
I hope I am on yours too

I am waiting for your attitude to change
Wondering when it will end
The moment heart finally breaks
Allowing it to start to mend

Labyrinths have me trapped
In each feeling you raise
Searching but I still can't find
My way out of this maze