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[MDT]

I've loved words for a long time. I distinctly remember learning a poem in kindergarten at school, but I can't remember a word of it. All I remember is being sort of transfixed by it. 

Anyway, I figured I needed more creative endeavours in my life now and so i have written this this afternoon. 

The theme didn't come to me until about half way through the creation of it. You may see some familiar verses or phrasing because i wanted to touch on that but also give most of this my own flair. 

It's called "To" - It's an ode to life. I wrote it because I wanted to try and express nothing other than acceptance for life and all it brings. There is a subtle tone of defiance, of self determination but also an acceptance of things that can't change. 

I hope you like it. 

To, 

To never want a drop of fame

To keep my ambition gentle and tame
To still keep fuelling that good flame

To greet an adversity as an old dame

To see courage and bravery within a fear
To gently cry a lonely tear 

To get burned from an unknown sear
To still get up and say “I am here!”

To fly underwater and swim through the air

To not really give much of a care
To say to those who question: “I simply don’t care”
To turn up and say how very dare!

To love through hate and yet hate due to love

To be as soft as a silk-skinned dove
To look to the heavens up above
To now tell fear and loathing to simply “shove!”

To know and feel that I am free
To look back on all thats happened and see
To watch it now unfold now with nought but glee
To at my deepest core say “yes, this is me”

To soar like meteors and be gay
To say carpe diem and sieze the day
To stroll through life as I may
To laugh at adversity saying “Come what may”

To feel anothers pain in my core
To see the sun rise and simply adore
To see it set and weep for more
To never want to close a door 

To hold a universe in my hand

To rise against adversity and stand
To stick to my guns, those forts that I’ve manned
To know those things which must be canned 

To see within me a great deep hope
To become my own very holy pope

To tune in to my own unique trope
To scrawl across a window “it’s okay to mope” 

To be as free as free can will and do
To beauty which i can’t but coo
To that which arises bold and new
To say who I am with certainty when I'm asked "Who are you?"

To this,
This thing called life.

[hanami]

Wonderful @MDT . Your words are really special!

Hanami

[EternalFlower]

Sensational poem @MDT 

[Bow]

 

*this is not written by me, but thought it was worth sharing*

my brain and

heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was

to blame about

how big of a mess

I have become

eventually,

they couldn't be

in the same room

with each other

now my head and heart

share custody of me

I stay with my brain

during the week

and my heart

gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

 instead, they give me

the same note to pass

to each other every week

and their notes they

send to one another always

says the same thing:

"This is all your fault"

on Sundays

my heart complains

about how my

head has let me down

in the past

and on Wednesday

my head lists all

of the times my

heart has screwed

things up for me

in the future

they blame each

other for the

state of my life

there's been a lot

of yelling - and crying

so, lately, I've been

spending a lot of

time with my gut

who serves as my

unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the

window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine

and collapse on my

gut's plush leather chair

that's always open for me

 and I just sit sit sit sit

until the sun comes up

last evening,

my gut asked me

if I was having a hard

time being caught

between my heart

and my head

I nodded

I said I didn't know

if I could live with

either of them anymore

"my heart is always sad about

something that happened yesterday

while my head is always worried

about something that may happen tomorrow,"

I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

"I just can't live with

my mistakes of the past

or my anxiety about the future,"

I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

"in that case,

you should

go stay with your

lungs for a while,"

I was confused

 the look on my face gave it away

"if you are exhausted about

your heart's obsession with

the fixed past and your mind's focus

on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs

there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now

there is only inhale

there is only exhale

there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath

you can rest while your

heart and head work

their relationship out."

this morning,

while my brain

was busy reading

tea leaves

and while my

heart was staring

at old photographs

I packed a little

bag and walked

to the door of

my lungs

before I could even knock

she opened the door

with a smile and as

a gust of air embraced me

she said

"what took you so long?"

   ~ John Roedel (johnroedel.com)

[Jynx]

Wow @Bow that is incredibly beautiful. Thank you for sharing, I think I will share this to some of my loved ones, it seems like something they would really like to read as well 💜