Time is not always on your side.

There is a lot of guilt that we all carry in our day to day lives. We want to be there for our loved ones, work on ourselves and contribute to the world. Sometimes something has to suffer, you have your priorities. I think we should focus on the quality of time that we are spending and giving, not on the quantity. When you are with your parents is your mind fully present or are you thinking of your other responsibilities? Do you make them smile, do you have deep conversation, do you give your undivided attention and support? There will always be a sense of guilt when we cannot give more time to a loved one, a cause or anything that is close to us. I believe that guilt is there because the love is there. Don’t be too hard on yourself. Reflect, evaluate, communicate and move on.

 

Keep trying.
Peace. 

Yes I want a hug

I long for a hug covered in sweet warmth and understanding
to take away my blue anxiety and make it green again
make my blue anxiety, a place of growth, green hope

hold me close and stop time for me
right now everything is going so fast
my tongue wants to say the deep thoughts to strangers
they who do not have care for me but have wide grins
so stop me and stop time from pushing me

a hug and someone that makes my back a bit softer
less scarred from the things they throw at me
someone that does not know the entire horror story
but feels the atmosphere of my being

Stress

When the rain is crashing down on you
and you are gasping  for he air between the drops
this is how I feel whenever I get told news
that does not offer me the sun

When you see me know that my lungs
are filled halfway with water

When you are ready to come into my life
with the baggage of your life
know that my sensitivity is on high
and your stress will become mine

No matter how sincere you are
I may have to say no
and walk away into my own sun

 

My hands

I believe my hands how they look like and feel show my heart
My fingers are long and skinny something like a ballerina
Perfect for emphasizing the words that I say out loud

The veins in the back of my hands are very prominent
They show the strain in my life from moving boxes
To the emotional stress of everyday life and past

The purpose of my asbestos fingers
is to cook the meals for my loved ones
When I am done they smell of garlic
Which is love and home

My hands show my heart
Where can I see yours?