#perserverance
People remember the first wound,
the clean break,
the noise,
the fall that everyone could see.
But pain has a second echo—
the kind that hums beneath the surface,
the grief that whispers,
maybe I’m not the one who gets better.
That thought cuts deeper
than the blade of the first fall,
because it carves into progress itself,
turns hope into something heavy.
Still, here I am
breathing in the aftershock,
holding the pieces,
speaking in a voice that wasn’t supposed to return.
Maybe getting better
was never about climbing higher,
but circling back
with a steadier heart each time.
I am not the one who quit.
I am the one who still tries,
again,
and again,
and again
until the trying itself becomes
its own kind of healing.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:26 PM UTC
have you ever drawn a map before?
there's an art in topography
cordillera and coulee alike
unfamiliar but bewitching
can I camp here too, since we're hiking thr same way?
soups on the fire now! you should have a bowl
it's made with tolerance and solicitude, silent secrets and unspoken certainty.
will you join me? on the precipice?
will you see the different colors I paint the sky with?
will you welcome the roaring open ocean, rocking you to sleep
lay your head down just this once
tomorrow holds your zenith
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
she waited
discreetly checked the time
continued to wait
patiently and impatiently
flashing a smile
at what felt like
appropriate moments
a stunted laugh
or an "oh"
"really" or "yeah"
if she felt
she'd been wordlessly
quiet for too long
hours had been lost
to the smallest of talk
the bane of
real conversation
of truly meeting a person
all that effort
of getting ready
the makeup
meticulously applied
the hair
styled and restyled
the outfit
chosen then doubted
then changed
to be put on again
all of that
for this
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
A chaste & lovely maiden
Loved a roughhewn sort of man
It was a strange attraction
The folk could never understand
But she lived in a great tower
In a foreign land.
The lad traversed the valleys
The tangled briars low
Great and craggy mountains
Replete with ice and snow
He knew that he must find her
But did not know where to go.
He questioned people far & wide
Of how to find the lass
Finally an old woman
Told him true at last
But guardians of gargoyles
Would let no one pass!
They would ask a riddle
That he would have to tell
What was found in plenty
At the bottom of a well
If he couldn't answer
They'd take him straight to hell!
The rough young man, he pondered
Yes, he was perplexed
He had no ready answer
Didn't know what to do next
He did not know the answer
And he was so sore vexed!
But a gentle voice he told him
Just like a tender kiss
What resides within a well
Is always a great wish.
So the lad, he faced his foe
So bold in his youth
His answer confounded them
Because it was the TRUTH.
He found the modest maiden
Straight away they wed
They had been kept apart
But had higher love instead!
The moral of this fable
Is the greatest wish in you
Should NOT BE GIVEN UP ON...
... FOR THEY MAY COME TRUE.
Catherine Jarvis
October 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Blocked, caged in, suffocating smothered in pain
significant other feeling abandoned while in your presence
in your mental you're going insane
no love lost, because no love gained! thought after thought
living, but stuck in the past
show no emotions-because having emotions is what got you here
Finding a way back to the old you seems a far.
such a long distance from you
you know, the you that smiled alot whose face was once full of light
The you that cared and actually enjoyed caring
Soon those Deep Thoughts will make you realize what it is that you do
you make everyone feel lonely while connected to you.
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 9:53 PM UTC
- Describe him.
- He was dripping with sweat.
- Was it sweet?
- What?
Oh, um I dunno.
- sigh
- But I know this much.
He sweated under my weight.
The nocturnal wind would then dry his sweat stiff.
And he, perserverant as ever, would just sweat some more.
- Ok, so who collapsed first?
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
When is it enough?
How far will it take me?
Will it continue to get me through high school
While my sister is recovering in the hospital while pills are still scattered on the counter?
Will it be by my side as a lay in bed, taking another hit, staring blankly at my ceiling, trying to forget.
Can it get me through college while my dad loses his legs?
Can it show me the way, when debt collectors are calling me by name?
When is it time for me to falter, when is it time for me to fall over?
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 4:33 PM UTC
Tell me where the hope lives-
in a house built with desire
set upon a foundation of goals
pathways assembled to transpire
as the seasons fade to shades
changing landscape to perfect
stimulation of achievement
optimism to collect
like a pile of leaves in fall
waiting for its time
ignited by a flame
playing victim to a crime
hoping in last moments
perseverance a bigger role
the hope lives in theory
as a fire warms the soul
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 10:30 AM UTC
Letting go what might have been,
Fighting demons, courting sin,
Alone and far too lost to win,
Another day upon my chin,
Holding on, breathing in,
Running on adrenaline,
A new war within,
Just me and pen,
Synthetic skin,
Wearing thin,
Begin again,
Spin.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
There’s something about silence
that makes perseverance
more capable than yesterday’s
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
T is for trials,
Tribulations & torment...
Terrorists trippin
Totalitarian governments
Two cents just spent.
Teachable yet I'm still
Treacherous
...
Take it in, just because I, can.
Thought that I told you,
to tell me to take it tonight!?
Tomorrow will, totally be alright
Tormented by
temptations of drownin it all... in alcohol &
Tramadol
Through the valley I rest
Tested by fires inside of my chest
Toast to the Ghost close eyes &
Then welcome rest.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Sunflowers
Wild Daisies
Reaching high
Tall above
The Abandoned
Victory Garden
Once
Abundant
Filling baskets to
Overflow
Enough for all to share
Allowing our love to show
Wild Flowers now dwell
Defiantly
Winding, twisting their way thru
Able to reach great heights
Tall overgrown weeds
That live there too
The garden
A snapshot
of our family's
Fractured Love..
No more bounty here
Only rouge Sunflowers and
Moonflowers, tall Thistles and Weeds.
Morning Glories have risin up
In full display of
their glorious, radiant colors
No intention to Leave. CMF 8/2014
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
hello.
you wanted answers
to your questions
they are bleeding
you dry, like so many
needling worries
do.
I'm calling you to tell you
that I don't have anything to say.
It's a lie,
but I'm too stuck to tell you
that the thought of sitting
somewhere quiet and cold
watching the stars pop out of their
black velvet bed
as the wind and the cars
whip by
to turn and look at you
your eyes reflecting red and green
bound in gold and browns
it's the only thing keeping me
going,
like a thread of ribbon,
beautiful delicate
stronger than you'd think
but lost against the
repeating fabric
of daily tedium and survival.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
I keep running, running, running
A young girl trying to find her place in the world
A grown woman trying to be respected for who she really is
I look back at the past and
Down on the present
And hope to God that the future gives me something to look up to
Family curses trink’ling trails of hate in my blood
Reminders of loved ones who were hurt by ones they loved once
Inspirations inspiring me to keep chasing my dreams but reality is …reality
I wake up and wonder what proactive thing I can do today
But reality is reality.
And reality smacks me down and says “nothing”
I’m not a pessimist but I bear a weight with the wield of the world as its stamp
Its not on my back but its on my sisters’ back. It not in my home but its in my brothers’ home
Reverberating in my mind the terrible wonders of the world
Feeling ignorant, not knowing how to help
I read the world news to find out what to do
And lo’and behold a “disabled puppy can only walk in circles”
WHAT?!
Darfur must be a myth and I guess AIDS isn’t “in” anymore
I keep thinking..wait till I’m established
Wait till I’m out of this rut
My life will be holy and pure and intelligent. giving and tithing and..happy and busy…and.. **** and rich?
Cause that’s how it should be right?
Confusing
Why cant I be a soul sistah with locs that likes to listen to rock and give spoken word wearing knit hats and demanding answers? Then go home and maybe watch some anime.
I’m conflicted
I’m disdainful
I’m selfish
I’m vehemently out to get what I want because my forefathers died trying to get it for me
And you know what? I’m gonna get it, because while all this crap goes on in my brain and in my heart , in my family and in the world. Its going to stay at my heels because I keep running, running, running
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I love you.
I believe in you.
stay strong.
keep going.
don't give up.
you
are
beautiful
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC