Where Do You Give Life?

Spreading More Strength, Wisdom, Encouragement, and Genuine Positivity In the Dark Hours

What we breathe, what we see,

digests in our brain so easily,

where one might constantly feel sad,

another lets rage consume til’,

even they are called “mad.”

What we say, how we play,

affects how one might go about their day,

energy vibrates through many cords,

many atoms divorce from being kind,

some pierce others like a sword,

just when things weren’t looking worst.

Energy of ours spreads like waves,

does it not?

What does your reader get from your work?

When they leave, what do they take from it?

Did they learn something? What’s the purpose behind my creation?

I am but one that causes a ripple,

for my work does resound in hearts,

near and far,

from Africa to North Korea,

to Italy and California.

If I am but a ripple,

I am proud, my words have sound.

Subtle, I stay, to make someone’s day.

Distractions, I feel but each word is a meal.

When there’s not much to do,

stranded at home, I’ll make the most,

so that I don’t lose hope,

don’t got time to mope.

Rhyming and typing,

letting years of words unsaid set free,

not all of them for everyone,

some are just meant to be,

not all of what I say is,

how presently I feel, see?

There’s a soul out there still losing hope,

one out there with not enough soap,

one out there laying in a bed,

with everything they ever wanted but with shame,

they’re so caught in a game,

they’ve been heartbroken.

If these lungs can touch delicate moments alike,

even one, my masterpiece becomes a token,

I’m proud that I write.

Communication with another is forever a symbol of infinity, an exchange of energy. Reciprocation is made when one responds to the energy another exudes. What we hear reverberates in our bones and through our flesh. What stress do you pass? Is it to respond, string hearts along, give them someone to connect to or is it to teach?

I say string hearts along, that sounds like a misunderstanding waiting to happen. What I really mean is, gently caressing hearts that follow. Are you thinking past the words you publish?

Each piece is important, each work has a purpose. It can either breathe inspiration, communication, things of life or it can breathe in seeds of despair, stress, and/or possibly death. So, I ask, where do you breathe life?

Look at that, my reader, your alive and reading this. That’s amazing. I want to share with you what another soul had said. “If you wouldn’t say it to a child, don’t say it to yourself.”

Stop hurting yourself. I want you to get up, go to the mirror. Yes, right now or during some free time. Think of the worst thing you’ve ever said about yourself and replace it with something amazing knowing just who you are.

P.S. If you follow me on Facebook, I’ll be sharing my answer as well.