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Yanamari Jul 2020
That fire
I built it
I built it and I didn't even
Know

This ice palace I
Built it and
I didn't even realise
This tar that's draining me
It's me
It's all me

My heart's deepest core
Isn't empty
Like I thought it was
It was frozen
Now that it's thawing
It's starting to hurt again
Like it did five or
Six years ago
It's not empty but
Like frostbite my heart is
Trying to regain its proper self
Animalistic
Live
Call me by your vein
Your blood
Let it run unimpeded
Your heart needs to thaw
Before it can begin to
Thrive again
The poem is riddled with snippets of this moment, so let me remind future me: it is 3am. You've had another realisation. No matter what your experience was, it was still an experience that doesn't need to be labelled, especially not by 'how do I explain this in words other people will understand'. Your inner heart is thawing on and off. Love you. (Pers Ref: UG20CMBYN)
Dean Jul 2020
There's always an end
It will always come
sooner or later

New beginnings will also arise
and they will make you forget
all that has happened before

Live by that thought
Thrive by that thought
JAATC Jun 2020
.
unrest
my unrest
like good-is-never-good-enough
my fuel to flourish
in unrest I thrive

unrest
that unrest
the feeling that enough-is-enough!
an outpour of pain
through unrest we heal

unrest
feel unrest
know that you too are enough
love fighting the battle
for unrest means growth.
Cynthia May 2020
Remember when you once thought you had lost it all?
Remember when you thought you would never see the sunrise or the rainbow?
Remember when you ran so fast,
Running away from fear,
Running away from love and
Running away from everyone who hurt you?
While running, you forgot that you were strong.

When you feel like running away remember that
You have been here before,
You have relived those thoughts before, and you have survived,
Do not quit when Life gets rough
Keep running,
Keep showing up where you are needed, where you are loved and appreciated.

Running can be tiring, and one day, you will realize that as you arrive at the finish line, you will need to slow down.

The finish line is just ahead, be filled with joy.
Keep your eyes fixed on the Pioneer and Perfecter of your Faith.
It may not be in the deepest soil
Where light and water abound
Yet each tiny seed will strive and toil
To grow in their given ground

Some seeds are sown by loving hands
All buried quite snug and sound
While others fall in rock strewn lands
To claim as their given ground

We hear no cries of pain or delight
As each seed’s place is found
For each one feels their spot is right
To thrive in their given ground

Express your life with joy and might
And may your efforts be crowned
Whether your soil be deep or slight
Grow well in your given ground
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What spot of ground were you given in this life? Was it deep nourishing soil, with lots of love from a gardener? Or do you feel you were tossed into scant rocky soil and somehow expected to thrive there? This poem expands on that idea, and is a personal poem for my wife and me.

It stems from a scriptural story about olive trees and a Lord of the Vineyard who transplants different shoots and branches into various spots of the vineyard. Some are planted in good spots, and others in poor spots, but the Lord of the Vineyard has a plan.
Rena Lyn Bala-oy Apr 2020
Sinakluban man ng langit at lupa
Tinapangan ko pa ring tumindig.
Aakuin ko ang aking ipinangakong
'Yaring buhay ko ay 'di pasusupil sa dilim

-RL
Hindi ngayon, kamatayan.
It's better to be be alive and thriving, rather than being consumed, sick and dying.
Daily thoughts by me
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