LauraElizaHaynes
Knowing enough is enough,
Begins with believing you are enough.
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When fertile ground becomes barren,
Pastures are spent,
What was full has emptied;
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Freezing in place is unsound!
Find a peace in movement.
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Ride out the regret,
Face down the sadness,
Accept that all things change;
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Turn from victimhood,
Find a hero’s grace.
Ruminating
Often it comes
Attempts at self mastery
The Wise can settle
Into the cacophony within
Grasp released
Annihilation ambition put down
In favour of restful awareness
Watching…
Anxiety’s apprehension
Recognising….
Melancholy’s malaise
Realising…
Doubt’s discomfort
Knowing their transience
How they dissolve when left alone
How they grow and morph when probed
Yes I am pondering
Why I secretly covet misery
Fearful of peace
Waves of despair Consume the peace so rare. Relentlessly Frustration crashes, must flee. All consuming Terrors and worries, mind sinking. Reach for the sane Only to be enveloped, once again. Crest of bitter lessons Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen. Calm does lie below Equanimity can ride the flow.
This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.
Too often we are our own worst critic.
An internal voice that spews derision.
Inflicting on psyche a deep incision.
Way of being corrosive, acidic.
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I wonder if its possible to shift?
To fight for ourselves, speak up for our cause.
Seek to defend and vigorously applaud.
Champion our good, steer us when we drift.
So this is for Eugi’s weekly prompt – this week its ‘Champion’, check it out. It inspired me to think about champion not as a ‘winner’ but in its meaning to ‘advocate’, for another or a cause, and then ultimately for how we can be our own champion.
Unable to trust
My senses now
Delusions made real
An eternal row
Between my worries
And all my doubts
To my hopes
A pointless bout
So all that is left is
Do what I know
The only option
Is to let go
I don’t mean of life
Despite its pains
I mean the mires
Inside my brain
Chaotic thought,
Buffets my mind.
I fear I’m caught,
In a mental bind.
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Been here before,
And know what to do.
But motivations sore,
My inspiration flew.
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Creeping toward,
Melancholy’s trap.
Where my reward,
Is anxiety’s flap.
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All I can do,
Is patiently wait.
For cheer to brew,
And not be too late!
The Council came to order.
Anxiety feared a fall.
Ego took centre stage.
His charisma wooed them all.
Anger blurted out,
A persuasive call to arms.
Compassion tried to talk about;
The need for all to calm.
Fear looked for an escape.
Courage wouldn’t see him fly.
Doubt said that all were wrong.
Fatalism just wanted to die.
Then Honesty stood firm,
And called for Intelligence.
Who saw a chance to learn,
And all the rest saw sense!
