"conforted" poems
I fight for all those little girls in their tiny dresses
To be able to play outside, jump into that puddle of mud, and just love their lives, without being told that they're not ladylike
I fight for all those little boys who cry and aren't conforted, because "real men don't cry".
I want them to express their feelings, instead of becoming convinced that violence should be their only outlet.
I fight for all those little people who look at their bodies, and find they don't match the images in their heads, and automatically think "abnormal"
I want them to see their own beauty
I fight for all those women who are ***** without mercy and silenced when they dare speak up.
I want their strength acknowledged and respected.
I want their abusers destroyed.
I fight for all the people who are taught their bodies are shameful, and not worth celebrating.
I want them to be proud instead.
I fight for all those infants who are opperated on without their consent, in hopes of being made "normal", even at the cost of their health.
I want them to be left untampered with.
I fight for all the people who do not fit into the tiny little boxes society, and are deemed unworthy.
I want them to be celebrated.
You call me an angry feminist, hoping I would find it insulting.
Instead, I thank you. Because fighting for people is what feminism is all about.
If you saw that fighter in me, I can only be proud. It means I am not wasting my time here, like you are.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Accept the loss of each day.
They will, for sure, add something in your way.
It can be a tear,
Or probably a fear.
But it’s not just it!
Maybe you will not be the same again.
Maybe, at this time, you just can see the pain.
But the speech of loss does not only contain miseries
It’s quite simple, it’s true, but even so, full in all its mysteries.
The speech of Loss
Is constantly repeating
"Accept it!
Accept it, please, accept it!
Let it be.
Let it go.
Let it ache.
Let it heal!”
We spend our whole lives searching for things
We search for love, money, friends, travels and for followers too.
And we can find these things in different places
In different ways, on different days.
But we lost these things too
We lost love, money, friends, the ticket of the train and even our admirers so soon.
In different places,
In different ways, on different days.
Losing is a paradox
The more we lose, the more we gain
I lost a coat, I lost a book, a sunny day, and the bus back home.
I lost a bracelet, a TV show, two excursions and a brother.
Desperately I stared at the stars on the dome,
And they conforted me like a mother.
But I also lost the fear of being who I am, to express myself freely, openly loving and living in ecstasy.
I lost prejudices, much anxiety and unnecessary worries.
Since I embraced my losses, I gained a key to open my fetters
The speech of Loss is about liberty, and to me, seems a lot better.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Going to the neuroligist this morning
To hear what he has to say
Recently I experienced some of the ole' time De Ja Vous
Bringing back memories
I wish I had never been through
In my heart I know
It was all part of Our Father's plan
For me to face the next battle in this world
A reminder to strive for patience and understand
My life is but a grain of sand
In His ultimate plan!
~WKR~
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Lord, Make me a channel of thy peace- that where there is hatred I may bring love- that where there is wrong, I may bring the Spirit of Forgivness~ That where there is discord, I may bring Harmony- That where there is error, I may bring Truth- that where there is doubt, I may bring Faith- That where there is despair, I may bring Hope- that where there are shadows, I may bring Light, - That where there is sadness, - I may bring Joy.
Lord, grant that I may seek rather to comfort, than to be conforted- to understand, than to be understood- to love that to be loved. For it is by self-forgetting that one finds. It is by forgiving that one is forgiven. It is by dying that one awakens to Eternal life. AMEN
THE PRAYER OF SAINT FRANCES OF ASSISSI
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 2:53 PM UTC
I feel as if you
Use me in some sort of way
A way that can't be conforted by me
After all the gifts , given to you
Still you dont see eye with me
You are fixed on her
Being like your leash and your the dog
I dont get jealous that your're with her
Yet I just abhor that you have a bond with her
That I don't have with you
Drives me nuts in my thoughts
By smiling I'll let you see that I'm fine
When I'm totally not
I have my own path to happiness
Seems to me your not part of pavement
You can the dust from the dirt blown in the wind
Or the tiny line that stays still
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
Mom you made me smile so many times
Mom you gave me hope when i was blind
Mom you conforted that little child
Mom spread her arms
Mom I am the man today
Mom because of you that day
Mom at your door so lost
Son come in
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC