The eyes of others our prisons their thoughts our cages. — Virginia Woolf

one word can twist a golden thread and leave a heart hollowed and bled a single lie, though soft and small can tumble kingdoms, shake them all the smiles that once were wide and true can fade to shadows, pale in hue each promise whispered, now in dust collapses under one small gust what grows with care, like roots below can break with storms we cannot know yet truth, once planted, finds its way to heal the cracks that words betray

People generally see .. What they look for, and Hear they listen for.

they speak, they judge, they throw their light on paths you walk alone at night their words may sting, their glances burn but still your heart has much to learn. for every voice that pulls your way you have a choice, a stand to stay to listen to your own true song and know that here is where you belong. the world may shout and swirl around but peace is only in your ground their opinions drift, they come, they go your truth is yours, and yours to grow.

there are bright things hidden deep, like seeds asleep beneath the sleep, they wait for sun, they wait for rain, to bloom again despite the pain.

i will not mute my voice to make you comfortable i will not dull the colors of my thoughts or feelings to fit inside your ignorance every word i speak carries fire, carries truth even if it burns the fragile air around you i am not a shadow to fade at your unease i am a storm, a spark, a flame and i will not be dimmed for your fear of light my voice is mine raw, unedited, alive and it will ripple through the walls you build

It’s good to leave each day behind, Like flowing water, free of sadness. Yesterday is gone and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing.