Still Standing (poem/book#1)
Bud
Still Standing
I am not too old to cry.
I am not too strong to
sometimes
Say that I feel weak.
I am not too brave to
sometimes
Say that I feel anxiety and
fear.
As clear
as the marks of
My weaknesses are on my
sleeves,
Hope beats rhythmically
within – I am free.
As my heart captures the
essentials of me,
I am a beautiful morning dew.
Out of my shell, but with
dispirited wings;
Sometimes, I feel so distant
from myself.
And I am hurt by me, just so
I can feel.
I close my eyes and find it
hard to breathe again.
Sometimes I feel, to myself,
I’m not a friend.
But, they told me so,
The stars above have looked
below
Wondering how I, so far away,
Could shine in such a wondrous
glow.
Seeing our coral core
essence,
The Universe, in all her
beauty,
Marvels sweetly at our
presence.
Spatial eclipse, help me to say that
I forgive myself for all of the mistakes that
I have made.
I forgive others as well today.
Today forward,
I am free to unleash my presence.
I am me.
I am flawed, blemished, injured,
But I am still standing. (Long Pause)
What
makes a beautiful tree is not that it is spotless, and untextured,
But
that it is still standing.
Thoughts
of the week: Like the crown of a tree, keep your head held up to the sky. And
like its branches, regardless of marks, imperfections, and flaws, keep your
arms open to giving love to and receiving love from the Universe.
Have you read: Shame?
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You did it! Your self-authorized voice is both mighty and lovely. Thank you for being you. Thank you for your existence. Thank you for your leadership.
With Admiration,
fern the poet