Self – Care

Self – Care

As my hand strikes across my skin,
the oil pours into my soul,
as a well needed refreshment.
I can feel my skin breathe again,
pulling my depressive mind,
out of the thick black fog,
it has resided in for so long.

Sometimes we need to look,
at the person deep inside of us,
ask her what she needs to live,
to feel loved and cared for.
We need to embrace who we are,
and what we look like,
instead of punishing the beauty,
that we so evidently cannot see.

Look in the mirror and witness,
the beauty you already possess.
Instead of looking at your imperfections,
teach yourself to look at the assets of yourself,
that define your inner soul,
and make your whole being shine,
like the look in your eyes or a smile.

When we look at our own beauty,
we appreciate what we have been given,
allowing us to live a more positive life.
Self-care is the love we give to ourselves,
to rejuvenate us, embrace us,
and value the beautiful souls we are.

Self-care is the most precious gift,
we can ever give to ourselves,
and to the One who created us.
So, whenever you feel unloved,
begin to love yourself,
and your mind and soul will heal itself.

 

 

Forever Young

Forever Young

As I jump on a trampoline,
for a moment I fly through the air.
Floating on the wind,
my body becomes weightless,
sending my heart into a whirlwind,
of pure joy and freedom.

My body matured into adulthood,
but my soul will always remain a child.
My heart may be able to break,
yet resilience forces it back together.
By thinking thoughts of pure joy,
my mind stays forever young.

Dancing is an expression of freedom,
where the mind solely focuses on the movement,
the heart is entranced by the music,
and the soul forgets her surroundings.
So, I spread my arms to make pirouettes.
On my toes I twirl around on the green grass,
as my skirt moves on the beat of the wind.

When my heart forgets to be joyful,
I look at the children that cross my path,
only to learn that true freedom,
is not forced by the world around me,
or from an emotion deep within,
but by the mere ability to forget everything,
so I can simply be who I am.

At the doorstep of spring

At the doorstep of spring

At the doorstep of spring,
the first jasmine petals open up,
releasing their sweet aroma,
until my heart leaps with joy.

This is what I was waiting for,
the unexplainable joy in my heart,
lifting my soul from the darkness,
into a world filled with light.

More and more I am learning,
to find the sweet aroma’s inside myself,
that I can turn into scented candles,
as a gift for the people entering my life.

No matter the problem,
no matter the outcome,
I am entering a season of spring,
where love surrounds me with peace.

Hope is the season of love,
where I learn how to trust,
in a light bigger than the darkness,
and in a love bigger than this world.

At the doorstep of spring

Movement

Movement

In the light of the morning,
I walk on the river shore.
The wind makes my hair dance,
liberating my heavy heart,
from all its burdens.
The light shimmering through the clouds,
caress my face with deep love,
until joy refills the empty spaces,
of my worried soul.
I want to run,
faster than the wind.
I want to fly,
on wings of love,
but I am parched from the endless drought.
This winter morning is a desert,
with burning sand and suffocating heat,
pushing me to search for an oasis.
The greatest battles are often the lonely ones,
where nobody can help you in your pain.
Where hail comes down like brimstone,
and thoughts like whiplashes on your back.
Unwanted feelings that drown you,
making you sink in seas of emotions.
Am I fighting against You?
Or am I fighting against myself?
I want to go back home,
crawl deep under the covers,
in an intense surge of self-pity.
So, I keep on walking,
as long as my feet can hold me,
until the river water has descended.
If liberation from grieve is in the movement,
than growth is closer than I imagined,
and joy is waiting right around the corner.

Movement

A poem for Valentine’s day

Valentine’s day

Commercialized is the day of love,
where the gift means more,
than the thought behind it.
The size of the diamond,
overrules the look of adoration,
and the amount of roses,
are more important,
than the heart that gave them.

Yet on this day,
we strive for more than ourselves.
In a moment of pure affection,
we try to show our heart,
in the greatest form we know.
With our love in our hands,
we conquer our fears,
and take a leap,
hoping we land on soft pillows,
instead of a bed of nails.

Once a year,
we offer ourselves to someone,
sacrificing all we hold dear,
in order to show how we feel.
And even though I still wonder,
why we cannot do this all year long,
I secretly adore the idea,
of being someone’s valentine,
even if it is just that one day a year.

Will you be my valentine today?

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The Flame

The Flame

Your feet dance,
a ballet performance.
In your orange dress,
lighting up the room,
you steel many hearts,
and wrap them,
in warm blankets.

My eyes search you,
when the night sets in.
On the music of the wind,
you dance the darkness away.
A heart of gold,
beats inside of you,
and all you want for the world,
is to be illuminated.

To many of you,
set a great fire,
where emotions are lost,
and goodness loses the battle.
Sometimes I wonder,
on which side are you?
Or do you dance,
for whomever wishes to see you?

To be controlled,
is only possible,
in the hands of the Father.
To be seen,
is a wonder on its own.
In His hands you are,
who you were always meant to be.
In His heart you are,
the flame.

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A wish upon a star

A wish upon a star

When a star falls from the sky,
my heart creates a wish,
for the soul she was born in.

The tight rope holds me up,
while my hands and feet search,
for steady ground to hold onto.

Layers of rock tumble down,
avoiding my delicate heart by miracle,
until the dark night sets in around me.

When light meets fear,
it drives out every form of darkness,
until dreams come to life in the dark night.

When a child is born

When a Child is born

The light breaks through in the morning,
restoring hope in the heart of mankind.
The swallows search for their food unhindered,
as the mist clears the sight in every mind.
Crisp and cold is the floor beneath me,
my breath makes clouds from this thin air,
as I marvel at the sounds singing in my heart.
Hope is born out of nothing else but love,
a love that is alive in every human heart.
Every new morning creates a new beginning,
every act of love creates a new chance,
and a new chance is the beginning of hope.
When hope is in the beginning,
written in the dawn of each new morning,
why then, do we search for it at the end?
When all hope is lost,
we cry out for the emptiness in our heart,
yet the hope from the beginning,
has escaped our fragile hearts.
When the red robin kisses the frosty ground,
and a squirrel plays in the winter snow,
a white world drives out every piece of darkness,
like the rising of the sun in the morning.
The song in my heart this very morning,
plays the melody of newborn child,
who laughs in the sight of innocence,
restoring the hope in my fragile empty heart.
In the night a child is born,
in the morning my heart will sing forevermore.

When a child is born

 

The infinity of love

The infinity of love

The heart shapes the leaf,
like love shapes the world.
Never-ending in its rotation,
it infinitely reaches farther,
and wider than any grain.

Against the wood,
love listens to the whisper,
of the soft autumn wind,
where devotion beats the heart,
of every living being.

The sweet maple syrup,
strikes the soft silky veil,
against the desert dunes,
in order to makes flowers grow,
in the dry golden sand.

The heart of love,
climbs every mountain top,
to reach the end of the road,
where red leaves color the ground,
and the foundation of joy is exposed.

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This is joy to me!

This is joy to me! 

In the deepest darkness,
joy is that little light,
pushing away the pain,
so you can move your feet.
Joy is walking on water,
where the deep black depth,
is far underneath you,
even though the waters,
still roar all around you.
Joy is standing on a mountain top,
where the difficult journey is behind you,
and the view reminds you,
that the impossible was possible after all.
Joy is the rope,
that keeps you from falling down.
Joy is the focus,
that keeps you moving forward,
for dreaming with joy,
instills a deep hope,
that gives you wings to fly,
in the greatest storms.
Born out of love,
joy is the light that feeds us,
with happy memories from the past.
Joy shows us,
that new experiences,
however difficult they are,
can be fun,
in the presence of loving friends.
Joy is an arm around your shoulder,
it is a tissue when you grieve.
Joy in the face of love,
is all we really need,
in a world filled with darkness,
this is joy to me!

This is joy to me!