Imagine a tree
Cursing at its sapling days.
Do not despise youth.
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To sit in Peace
Is sweet Release
When all labors (even briefly) cease.
The feeling’s blessed
When taking rest,
In ways I never would have guessed.
Create a break,
A moment make,
Away from all you undertake.
You just might find,
As you unwind,
You’re doing work of another kind.
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Knowing all I used to be,
How could I possibly love me?
Thorny branches grip my heart
And pierce me when I try to start
To give love to the parts of me
I hope no one will ever see.
Yet only if I face the pain
Will its hard grip begin to wane.
I will break free from their sharp hold
And heal my scarring from of old.
We all have our thorny cell,
That keeps us trapped inside our hell.
But all of us possess the key
That breaks our bonds and sets us free.
The key is that we self-forgive.
For in this life that we all live,
There’s no one who won’t make mistakes,
And we’ll keep on long as it takes
To learn our lessons and to grow.
That’s the reason, don’t you know,
For every failure and misdeed
To teach each person what they need.
Change the way you talk
The way you think, understand,
And see your true Self.
To be admired
Heals the scars
And breaks the bars
That hold me in.
I can begin
To see just me.
I want to be
Safe and okay.
I’ll start today.