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Troy Wylie-Hill Oct 2022
a flower that only opens her petals for the sun will know little of a world without sunshine
the rainy days which help her to grow would always remain a mystery
Troy Wylie-Hill Sep 2022
If I view the world with sadness, the weight I carry prevents me from flight
If I view the world with cynicism, my opinions and judgements form the bars of my cage
If I view the world with anger or hatred, I know that fear has become my shadow
If I view myself with unconditional love, if I can allow myself such forgiveness?
As my eyes become my heart, all that I carry is unburdened, the bars of my cage dissolve and I fly free without shadow
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Troy Wylie-Hill May 2021
We never left the garden of Eden
We simply lost our ability to see it
By not being the you that tries to live life but instead having the faith to allow life to live through you
We may return there
Troy Wylie-Hill May 2021
Imagine all around you are angels
lost as you once were
not even knowing they are angels at all

Rise up and become that angel you have found within yourself
be a light in their darkness
so that they may feel the comfort you had once so desperately yearned for
Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021
Loving yourself is not about telling yourself how great you are,
its a knowing of that greatness
its about having some love for yourself when you are not so great
It's the gentle kindness
The understanding
The forgiveness
That which you gladly offer to your best friend

Just be that reliable friend
To yourself
Because everyone needs a friend like that
even you
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Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021
The flames of hell do not burn me for their own pleasure
They burn to reveal the truth of me
Behind my minds lies
Behind my defences
These flames do not burn me, they cleanse me
Their pain is my shame
They blister my guilt
I have run from these flames too long
I have hidden from them in my own shadows
Now I surrender
To their burn
To atone for the truth my hell reveals
To be worthy of myself
.
I welcome this hell
I welcome my flames
Troy Wylie-Hill Feb 2021
I used to follow my mind
Until I discovered it had no clue
Where to find it
Or what to do, if it did
My heart holds this riddle
I take his hand
Our travels are now within
Within me
He knows where to find it
He knows where to search
What I must do

Our path is inward
I follow blindly
Slowly at first with a firm grip
But as my faith quickens
So does my pace
I begin to loosen my grip
My walk becomes a run
The run a leap
The leap a fall
I let go

Iā€™m falling
Falling into me
Helplessly falling
Endlessly falling
Disappearing now
Into love
I find and am found
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