#resiliency
I wear my past like a cape
Superman’s got nothing on me
now that I’m free
All I’ve overcome
widens my stance
straightens my shoulders
I didn’t die
so I raise my chin up high
Shame, regrets, fear
in bullet-shape
bounce right off
my bullet-proof drape
Finally, I truly mean it
when I say, ‘I’m fine’
for I wear it like a cape,
this past of mine
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Jun 4, 2025
Jun 4, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
A faded feather shed upon the ground
trod underfoot,
soiled and bent,
Is still a feather
Though it no longer shines with colors bold,
no longer soars,
caressing the clouds
though it lays there
abandoned
in the dirt,
dreaming of sky
A still feather is a feather still
bent and broken
a feather still
Flightless and forgotten
a feather still
I am a feather
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Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 9:28 AM UTC
Now the real challenge,
Creating a balance,
A routine in which I can only grow from.
Sow a seed into the ash,
Watch the seedling flourish
More resilient —
The soul finally taking root in the earth.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC
Sadness and rage
Boil under my skin
A fear, a desperation
Festering within.
We will not go back.
How can we?
How did we even get here again
In the first place?
I'm so angry,
And scared and nervous
For my own body
For many loved ones lives.
That orange ******* man.
The weak minds of his following
So much hate within him.
So much evil lurking.
I can't sleep sometimes
When the stirring gets too vast
It sits deep down, down, down
Inside my belly.
Get your bans of my body.
Anxiety rings in my mind.
And I won't pretend to even begin to understand
How others feel because I get that my skin is white.
Too much to hold internally
My body begins to shake
My head begins to pound.
My blood begins to boil.
I feel like lighting **** on fire.
Deep breathing doesn't help.
I feel like screaming.
I've got to let this out.
Just then I start to hear a whisper
A reminder traveling on the
Rustling leaves.
T R A N S M U T E
this energy.
Move into a place of love.
Let the tears flow.
Let the brush stroke.
Let the earth heal.
Let the rage guide.
Let the anger speak.
Let the fear release.
Let the words out.
Let the drum beat.
Let the feet stomp.
Let the hips dance.
Let the hands give.
Let the heart hold.
Let the love grow.
Let it rise up.
From the depths of your altruistic soul.
We are not going back.
We will vote to win.
We will not back down.
We will stand our ground.
We will walk with strength.
We will be hand in hand.
We will cross that bridge.
We will see love resound.
We will lift one another up.
We will not let fear win.
We will not let hate live.
We will prevail again, and again, and again.
©KSS 9/29/2024
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 8:14 PM UTC
With a diamond on my finger
With your memory in the rear view mirror
What I've been most amazed by
In the past few years
Is the ability to restart
The histories still to be launched
The resiliency of the heart
Apr 21, 2023
Apr 21, 2023 at 8:01 AM UTC
Creature mother referred to as benevolent to salvage his miscarried stride, brother said his wingëd arms were ordnance and that was the workings of a good man (rather a tool I suggested), father thought his wide ego was equitable, a trait lacking in most boys, and I thought they felt like the hands of someone who grappled with your body in pool water, the exception to “pool boy” was that you had every right to elbow them hard in the windpipe, you close-lined his smirk with the same forearm that you used to cradle your niece, your arm was stuck to your hip bone -- by now you’d supposed it hard as cement and requiring the effects of a jackhammer, all night you underwent the pain and once the adults getted and got together the world came to a closing -- you got a slap to the spine indicating “job well done”. But. For this irritatingly foolish“pool boy” you faked flustered when he botched his cries with a surprised expression and you never got in trouble -- it was an accident, and their mothers needed them to learn anyways; for their interest in curves was now only game for the land sharks and you ruled the riptides. You made it clear that if you couldn't take a bruised lip then you should learn to drown in other places, and his webbed chest soaked up the minty fresh breath that your throat excreted when you dealt to the devil a hard “no”, and got back humor, and you both with your red skin, each burning the other amidst many. short. touches. Decided you had no choice but to laugh.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 4:56 PM UTC
There is a breeze that floats around you
When you stare longingly at opportunity’s shoes
They’re polished and ablaze with the colours of potential
And your soles are aching as they breathe through rugged leather
I know your feet can’t brave walking down the rocky path of regret
But around you, there is an enchanting glow
That pulls the wind as it lays down carpets of soil beneath your feet
And as you hang your head low,
Imagining the door that those glittering shoes would’ve taken you to
Courage follows you like a distant shadow
Your silent companion in pain
Waiting to embrace you with its resilient air
And as you long for reaching opportunity’s door
Courage prepares its wings to carry you to a million more.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:13 PM UTC
Inspired,
guts required
sweat,blood and tears
racing heart masking fear.
Relentless desire to be the best me,
leave a legacy of resiliency.
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
The Sun may have burned me,
But it also gave me life.
The Moon could not light up the pit,
But for an hour a day, it shed some light.
The Wind may have hurled me against my will,
But it also lifted my flight.
The Ocean may have drowned me,
But while I drowned, the ocean floor grounded me,
To show me the ocean creatures that thrived in the dark.
I have always dreamt in my dream for God to show me,
What I am and what I have become,
"Tell me why you have made me suffer,"
He gave me His silence,
And I sure did give Him mine.
I have finally realized,
In His own unmerciful way,
He was painfully showing me,
At the peak of my fight, he finally told me,
"My child, you are your own Light."
And so, I thank the Sun for burning me,
I felt the light.
I thank the Moon for not lightening the pit,
I saw my own light.
I thank the Wind for hurling me violently,
It sped up my flight.
I thank the Ocean for drowning me,
It revealed I was drowning out of spite.
I thank God for losing me in the dark,
You gave me the depth of sight,
You deafened me so I can hear the sound of the night.
You disabled me slightly so I can empathize.
Now that I have found my way in the dark,
You have finally returned my dead vessel on the shore,
As the world drink from me,
You have surprised me with an overflowing vessel that fills up night after night,
And so, my fight finally stops on this shore,
I peacefully rest my body on the sands,
I return to you this beautifully painted vessel,
That was never mine.
I grew in it a delicate rose,
That grew slowly in the dark,
I colored it red,
The blood of my plight.
The world continues to sleep soundly,
While the next child cries loudly,
As she falls hard from the sky.
Give to her my vessel,
It may appear broken and worn out,
But it is whole and sound.
I will always dream in my dream,
To wake up forever,
To a blessed vessel that is full of life.
Mar 20, 2020
Mar 20, 2020 at 4:28 PM UTC
she falls
she rolls
she falls again
fragile forgive
exposed honest
forward slowly
raw
is her skin
paper in this damp salty air
take her with you
when you find her there
warm her
in your hearts fire
warm her
slowly
your gentle wind
will ignite her
resting volcano
she has come apart so many times now
her pieces lay where they may
pain
and
beauty
they are the same now
she is neither
fool
or
wise
woman
or
wildfire
sweet sweet slow learner
uncross your legs
untie
the knots of usury
take hold of the ground beneath you
she is you
she is me
she lives in the smallest of places
she is wild in excess
a fractured heart will blossom within her walls
colourful
vulnerable
willing
learning
slowly
slowly
slowly...
Mar 9, 2020
Mar 9, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Five years of life lost --
the suffering incessant;
life imprisonment, perpetual torment...
But here I stand defiant.
Sanity lost to chaos;
godforsaken, anxiety stricken...
Yet courage lay pungent --
ever resilient
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
Year 1
neglect
what-is-love ?
a falling-star
guilt & shame
more of the same
Year 2
neglect
what-is-love ?
a falling-star
guilt & shame
more of the same
Year 3
neglect
what-is-love ?
a falling-star
guilt & shame
more of the same
Year 4
neglect
what-is-love ?
a falling-star
guilt & shame
more of the same
Years 5 -
I love school!
Maybe I'll find a new mom!
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 5:51 AM UTC
It's the calm before the storm
(It hunts me)
I wait for the thunderclap
(It knows me)
Like water, rising like tides
(Above me)
Knowledge was all I craved
(And wisdom to hold me).
High, as a kite in the sky
(Or low, you tell me)
The thunderclap fades away
(Debilitating)
Pain are my bones and now
they are breaking.
It's always been me against the world
(And the world against me)
On an equal playing feel
But never fair the game,
The world always had the advantage
(My bat kept breaking).
Accustomed to changes
(And the blows of destiny)
I've grown vigilant and weary,
(Bending, not breaking).
Burned but not buried my heart is
(Even when)
My body at the stake is burning
(A promise, neverending)
My spine holds stories and there aren't
enough books to tell them.
Scars of place and time
(tenderest engravings)
And the sweetest of kisses
(An icy heart melting).
Kingdom of Heaven on Earth
(And Earth in Heaven)
Let the masses know my name
(Oh, let them!).
The thunderclap rolls again
Its strength is devastating
Fire and flood
And fire and ice
(Oh, the world is ending!)
But not me,
Not me,
(I'll be just fine)
I'll be resilient.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 4:16 PM UTC
Are the bandages put away?
The stitches removed?
Has the scar healed over?
Has your mind reconnected?
Does your heart beat with regular thump?
Have tear ducts stopped erratic behavior?
Yes?
Then you are ready to fall in love again... good luck.
Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
It may be a truism but optimists cant escape it....
No one is right all of the time.
The only difference there has ever been is the frequency between being wrong and right.
When an optimist falls in the woods only the pessimists will notice.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC
If they cannot see
The beauty that I see,
The strength,
The resiliency,
The loveliness,
And how amazing you are,
Then they are blind.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC