By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
You would think
that by the time we reach maturity,
we would know how
to make the way clear
for ourselves…
And yet,
the patterns continue –
the ones that
face-plant us amidst
the tangle around us.
Those frustrating weeds
of all we hang onto
have pinned us down
and left us feeling powerless.
By Carmen McKnight | Featured Contributor
The time of day to live not stray
is now.
The time of night to love not to fight
is now.
The time to open up your heart
is now.
The time to cry those tears of joy
is now.
By Kathy Ha | Featured Contributor
Does it ever end?
I’m tired of the inner turmoil
I’m tired of being anxious
the rollercoaster ride of emotions
swirling and churning within
old scars reopen
past nightmares haunt
doubt invades, fear paralyses
silent screams that no one hears
I keep building my wall
uninviting, tall and proud
but the façade is brittle
weathered by the years
I’m lost in despair
unsure of who I am
uncertain of how to change
afraid of the road ahead
By Anabel Geneta-Raymundo | Featured Contributor
Each day is a great beginning,
To celebrate your life anew.
Boundless chances are waiting,
Make your dreams come true!
As the sun gently shows its beauty,
Start your day with a positive mind.
Let those uncertainties vanish freely,
Just get ready for the new day grind.
By Lance Merrick | Featured Contributor
Author’s Note: This poem is a mindfulness exercise that I use to help calm anxiety.
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Feeling the room surround me
Testing each of my senses
Tasting sweet peppermint candy
Touching my feet to the ground
Seeing blue skies out my window
Hearing passing cars,
the bathroom fan,
My deep breathes and
the crunch of peppermint candy.
It takes about an hour to come around.
I’m calming myself down.
By Markie Doczi | Featured Contributor
You aren’t in the frames
But you’re the one behind the lens
Not always at the starting gate
But cheering at the end
Your step-kids cannot see at first
You’re here for their own good
They only see you in the spot
Where once their mother stood
By Cynthia Cady Stanton | Featured Contributor
Each step forward seems a challenge…
There are rocks to dodge
and some of them with sharp edges.
Sometimes there is a soft landing
and the sweetness
of toes and heals being held.
This sweetness,
this softness,
lands right into my heart.
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