Poem: Let it grow

image by Sarolta Ban

I was in a hurry

following the plan

not to be late

as I passed by an older man

limping, slowly walking

from his morning walk

through the meadow

for in his hands he held

a bouquet of freshly picked

wild flowers

.

it made me wonder who they were for

who in his life journey did he meet

to care, to cherish

and how many life battles

did they undertake

not to fear this war

through little battles

we write our stories

.

either bleeding from the bruises left open

either rejoicing in learning and carrying on

teaching others how to dance

you are the master of your tones

under the skin is where we hide

.

do we allow to be happy and just to be?

and do we let others grow

do we speak in a matter that allows

roses to still grow as roses?

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 Written for the Mag #274

Poem: Deep inside

photo by Toni Frissell

you can't recall the moment is starts

how it becomes like a haven you always searched for

somewhere away from those who can't relate

building yourself through these miniature storms

until nothing else feels like home

you only realize the strange comfort if brings

and how often you dive into it, like it's the air you breathe

familiar waves surrounding your thoughts

but you don't feel the sadness that clings to your lungs

becoming your second skin

let the storms pass, before they take you

like the ocean, you too can calm yourself

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Written for the Mag #272