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Life is like a battery.
It will present you with more possibilities,
more opportunities than you could ever dream. But in exchange, the more you take advantage of them, the more energy it will take from you. Like any battery, they can last for years
if you take enough care.
But also like any battery, it will stop eventually. So rest, recharge, and take care of your battery. Because you deserve every opportunity
it can give you
In the hush of the twilight, dreams await,
Slumber beckons, the stars narrate.
Lay down your head, let the night enfold,
Rest your bones, let the dreams take hold.

The pillow soft, a cloud in the sky,
Carries you to where the dreamers lie.
Through the night, may peace be your guest,
In the sacred silence, find your rest.

So close your eyes, the journey’s begun,
To the land where dreams and night are one.
May the moonlight guide you through the flight,
Until dawn returns with the morning light.
Sleep is a meditative sanctuary.
showyoulove Dec 2024
In you, Oh Lord, I take comfort
In you, Oh Lord, I find rest
In you, Oh Lord, I take refuge
As you hold me to your chest

When I am weary and tired
And the sky is cold and gray
When I'm feeling uninspired
Then I see to feel you say:

I am with you in the silence
I walk beside you in the wild
I know the pain and heartache
And the void of losing a child

I have come to make it known
You are loved and not alone
I have come to restore and heal
And, to this end, I act with zeal

Offer your cross for others' good
That your sorrow might bring relief
By virtue of that knotted wood
Amen, I tell you: I will give you peace
Breathe...and see the sunset...
Drink some water...and listen to a sonnet,
Dance, write a poem, if you need to, cry
Get a good night's rest, draw the starry sky
Go out, see some friends, and play the guitar,
Feel angry if need be, it will take you far,
Step away from the phone
And spend some time alone
Have a good old shower, a good meal and then
Above everything else, let yourself ask for help,
It is not cowardice to let yourself seen weak,
It only shows the courage to change the life you seek.

Actually,
You're it.

_M.
It's a poem I come back to when I feel ungrounded to remind myself of what recenters me. Sometimes i tend to forget, so it's good to have such a kind reminder of my self-care activities.
My Dear Poet Dec 2024
you couldn’t have wished for more
when her touch is softer than her kiss

you couldn’t have wished for more
when her smile is as sweet as her sigh

you couldn’t have wished for more
when her cheeks are as warm as your chest

you couldn’t have wished for more
than when her laugh is freer than her cry

you couldn’t have wished for more
than her arms stretched wider than your rest
showyoulove Dec 2024
Sometimes we need a place to be alone with God
When you feel walked over like a sad piece of sod
We need to find a secret place, the soul's retreat
Where the love between heaven and earth shall meet
I can disappear inside the shadow of his wings
And know the peace that true closeness brings
I can fly away and leave this world and its cares behind
It is in these times that the Lord will gently remind
Us He is our strength and our strong tower
And in his radiant glory, the darkness will cower
I will wash in the stream of eternal life
By grace, I will be made like new
I will bask in healing warmth of the light
Of love that can only come from You
I will join the angels in their unending son
And dance with every ounce of my being
I will sit at your feet the whole day long
I can scarce take in the splendor I'm seeing
I will spend an hour in your presence
But a second is an hour, an hour is a day
My soul finds a pure profound pleasance
And, once again, I know that I will be okay
Kenneth Capillo Dec 2024
𝙰𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕
𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝
𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢
𝚂𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑

𝙰𝚝 youth 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕
𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎
𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙰𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢
𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖
𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎

𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢
𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙
𝙰𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕
𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍

𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕
𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝
𝙳𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢
𝙽𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑
Aqba Qureshi Nov 2024
Five mischievous little kittens
sitting on high chairs, waiting to drink milk.
The large blue bottle of
blue, blue milk spills over the table
–wasted blue milk.
A little indecision, but
all the kittens try to clean the mess they created.
The Sun sleeps at last, after a long, blue day. Sleep, my little one.
You can rest, too, now.
prim' Nov 2024
Demons fight in the wilderness wide
They attack you from behind
And I loved to fool myself
About sparring with them

Truth lies with the moss
Covering the sword that never saw a fight
After I fled to hide behind the field
Where far further I yield

There sits rocks that plays the part of walls
protecting and sheltering me
My back down on a callous mattress
My eyes up on a clouded night

This is where I lie
About not fighting it's demon
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