If you look at me, please see me. If you see me for the person that I am, please love me.
If you listen to me, please hear me. If you hear my words, please understand them.
If you want me, don’t hold back. If you don’t hold back, I will be all yours.
This is actually no fiction. This is all me in my most vulnerable state. I am afraid to be invisible, invaluable, used…
Hold my soul for just a little while
Hold my body for a moment longer.
Take me into a tight embrace until the fragments of me aren’t blown in the wind.
Too many thoughts
Too many unshed tears
Too much silence.
Maybe it would be easier to disappear.
A breeze in her hair
A thought in her dream
An undescribable feeling
As if her soul is touched from within.
The night is painted with colours
The rain washed over her and dried.
And as the sun warms her skin
She feels his presence as
A breeze in her hair.
A breeze in the cold night’s air.
There is nothing dark.
We are each other’s light.
There is nothing taboo.
We are consenting.
There is nothing off limits
We are willing to push our boundaries.
There is nothing unattainable
We are carrying each other on our journey
There is nothing to worry about
We feel each other when we are not there.
There is nothing wrong.
Everything about us is right.
There is nothing dark.
You are my light. I am yours.
Sing a song for me. Write a song about me. Remember what we had and preserve it for eternity.
Hidden in your mind, I’ll stay. For no one to see. For no one to know.
Feel me in your soul. I’ll stay there. A memory. For no one to see. For us to know.
I wander through the night. Awake while the world is asleep. For no one to see. For you to know.
It’s all in the way you made me feel.
Release your grip from my heart
You’re crushing me
Not stopping until I fall apart.
Release your power over me
I’m not a puppet on a string
I can’t find happiness on my knees.
Release me. Release me. Release me.
Set me free.
I work in a job where we are sent to trainings twice a year. Today I spent an entire day in training. We were a group of sixteen strangers. The training was about self-conception, our effect on the parents, and the use of verbal and nonverbal communication.
One exercise this morning was very uplifting. A stranger sat across from us. Facing one another, the stranger had one minute to compliment me. This was done twice. So… I had two minutes of compliments today and also gave two minutes of compliments.
Here are some things these strangers said to me which left an impact (or got me thinking). One man and one woman made these statements.
- There is something mysterious about you
- Very open and welcoming
- Bright smile
- Beautiful eyes
- Curvy (yes… That too was meant to be a compliment)
- I feel safe and accepted just sitting face to face with you
- Very high tolerance for everyone, regardless of gender or anything else
- Available to your friends
- We could talk for hours on end if we met for a drink
- At ease with yourself
- There for your friends
- You seem to be a person with a positive attitude who can find a solution to every problem
- Would love to work with you
- Beautiful when you smile
These are the ones I remember. The ‘you’ is me, of course. These things were said to me by people who I had never met before. It’s incredible how uplifting this exercise was. And, I recognise myself in the things they said, too.
I do want to add though: what is mysterious about me? Can anyone explain this to me? I’ve been told this more than once and I don’t know what to make of it.
Also, try to pay compliments to a stranger for an entire minute. It’s long…
Anyway, this made my day and I wanted to share.
Getting rid of the long hair was a big deal for me. 40cm (16inch) were cut. I always looked young. I look even younger now. Quite weird actually. This change of hairstyle happened spontaneously (on a whim) and after many years of being proud of my long hair.
While my kids aren’t fans of the short do (my daughter cried!!), I honestly love it and most people seem to like it too. (Or they are just being polite.)
I can’t really put into words how this feels. But I am happy 🙂
First one for a book called Whispers of Hope:
It is an ongoing collection of poetry.
It’s a book callen Burnt Wood
Short pieces of poetry, thoughts and flash fiction can be read here. Once in a while a piece of music is added to a particular piece… I hope you listen to them and find something new that you’ll like 🙂
I hope you enjoy them,
Thank you and have a great week