I sat in a pool of tears And felt an emptiness inside, They said it would come in waves And I was crashing against the tides. For losing those you love There is no greater suffering, But what is grief If not love, persevering.
As a child we’re told It’s sticks and stones That will break your bones And words that will never hurt But what happens when Those words continue to ring in your ear From the sharpest of tongues Progressing through life Still haunting you at every turn.
I’ve never understood the phrase Your kindness is your weakness. If it’s weak being kind in a world That is so often cruel, Then I will happily be The exception to the rule.
If you look over the fence And happen to see, That your neighbours grass Looks as green as can be, Don’t find yourself full of envy And wish it be gone, Instead, water and nurture the very grass That you are standing on.
If time is a healer Why has nothing changed? I feel the pain of your loss Like it happened yesterday. If time is a healer Why does it feel worse? Another day without you On this lonely earth. Time is not a healer. When you took your last breath The clock stopped ticking The very moment you left.
We must speak out now, And pull the rug from where it was swept. It’s our duty to take action For the behaviour you ignore, Is the behaviour you accept.
In life we will look back, Wishing we did this, And we didn’t do that. But one regret, That will never play on your mind, Is in those moments when You chose to be kind.
I was once a diamond in the rough. I went through the dirt And almost got stuck. Yet I lasted the test of time. Now watch me sparkle, It’s my time to shine.
You weathered a storm Withstood all the heat Even when you felt voiceless Even when you felt weak Yet there alone you stood When you felt you had no power Beautiful and radiant Just like a sunflower
When I ask your goal You look at me and say, I want to be happy and normal, And not feel this way. There’s a myth that I must dispel, A lie that need be gone, The truth is happiness is a direction And not a destination.
With every fall, She picks herself up, Finds an inner strength, Reminding her she’s tough. She walks on, Never looking back, Holding on to those words, That hope dies last.
I had a slow start. Life passed me by. Everyone moved on, In the blink of an eye. But, no matter how quiet the start, Or gradual the pace, Remember it’s the tortoise Who wins the race.