I am more than breath & bones.
Who are we if we don’t know pain? If we don’t grow from it? I had to reblog this because I read it and it hit me and it stuck with me.
Please visit the writer’s blog to comment there, should you want to. Peace.
Afraid to heal my deep wounds
Afraid life will be too simple
Afraid of missing the pain
Afraid I won’t have an excuse to disappear
Afraid I won’t need to scream at the top of my lungs when I’m too weak
Afraid I won’t grow without trauma
Afraid I’ll never be the same
I’m afraid of change
Because reading this gave me such a pleasant feeling inside. I had to share it. It’s a strong yet simple piece of poetry that will surely touch your heart.
What is love to me.
What is love?
What am i to love.
What am i?
Who are you to me.
Who are you?
Who are we to them.
Who are we?
Where are we to Mars.
Where are we?
Where am i to you.
Where am i?
What is love to me.
What is love?
Who am i to love.
Who am i?
Every Saturday, I will share three things that I believe to be the simple things in life, yet things that make me extremely happy. I invite you to do the same.
Now, it’s your turn! Share with me three simple things in life that make you happy. Please reblog, share this post, and give others a smile and a little bit of love. If you reblog the post, please ping or tag my blog and use the words “Simple Things” and “Happy“ as your blog entry tags.
Are you ready, folks? Can we keep the love flowing by sharing the simple things that make us happy? This is our The Simple Things Share Post #1. Have fun and let the happiness begin!
Maria always has something serene and calming to share–even the photographs are inspiring.
drift to me
when evening brings
lonely things
in need of comforting
cicadas wind down reverie
as light bleeds amber rays between the leaves
for i feel deeply
beauty held tenderly
and your gaze never fades
when i turn my eyes
to blue skies
and sea
for you
are never far from me
~
© M.G. Iannucci 2019
Photo: Beauty of Clouds last night.
Beautiful weather for camping tonight near West Virginia. I will post some photos in the morning.
via Sedimentation/ By: Tien Skye
ripe age of
an eight and a four
an age everyone
is more concerned
about my love life
than i will ever be
idea upon idea
impressed upon me
layers of expectations
domes of doom
wise words
cement into a cage
as gentle voices
voice demands
do i know what i want?
do they know what i want?
*I doubt that you can read the above and not feel its peacefulness even though the subject appears to be one that is of great sadness. Tien is great at this. I wanted to do a direct Reblog, but that option is not available via his blog. Please show him some love via the link above. Peace, beautiful people.
