I am stronger

I was too kind to you,
I forgot to be kind to myself,
I was too concerned about your happiness,
That I forgot about mine.

We have been happy too,
But you hide from your issues,
You shun my words because I was nagging,
Because you forgot to be self sufficient.

I am again thinking back,
Because I was sincere with you,
I tried my best to be good and kind,
But you’ve never done the same to me.

It was regretful that I was too worried for you,
That I didn’t notice me destroying myself,
Twisting hard to things I don’t want,
Because you kept on telling me your false truths.

You made me think it was alright,
It’s what I should do and my responsibility,
But your life is yours, and my life is mine,
I will not be swayed by your beliefs that shatter my soul.

I am my own person, I’m not in charge of your future,
You manipulated me to stay, to use me,
But I am free now and I looked back,
You only seemed strong because I let you.

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Making room for someone else

I check myself and found out,
I was writing a lot about you,
So I asked myself why,
And I found out my reasons.

I spent a lot of time with you,
Full of anger and sadness,
Sometimes with void I can’t explain,
And my lack of will to live.

I didn’t like what we were,
And you didn’t want to let go,
Because I was your beacon and driftwood,
And you didn’t want to drown.

And I noticed one time,
You can live on your own,
With no need for my support,
But you still wouldn’t let go.

I was useful and beneficial,
With my resources and company,
I was a trophy and a mannequin,
Just for you to show off.

Then I thought again,
I never wrote happy things,
When I thought about you,
Because I wasn’t happy at all.

And I only wrote happy things,
When I look at the future,
Places you wouldn’t be in,
And times you wouldn’t be around.

And now that I’ve left you,
I will exhaust all this angst,
My anger against you,
Then I’ll be writing about someone else.

Magic in your helping hands

Magic is the happy things in our hearts,
When we shout it, it fades,
When we share it, it blooms,
It hides in your heart and flowers from your hands.

It’s the little wishes you whispered,
Every birthday candle you blew on,
Every shooting star you chanced upon,
And every eyelash you’ve let go.

It’s our happy surprises and our prayers,
Every child’s laughter and smile,
It’s in every help we offer,
And every willing ear we lend.

It’s in our smiles and hugs,
When we comfort and cheer,
When we do our best to help,
And aid those we can reach.

Magic is in our whole being,
When we help and when we are happy,
We keep it in our hearts,
And we let it bloom with our hands.

My mantra

I will be fine, I will be fine,
I will be brave and strong,
I will weather this storm,
I will find happiness too.

I will just try my best,
With the things I have been dealt,
Because it’s too late to change,
And I will just hope to do fine.

I still have hope,
If I can prove them wrong,
Because I will find happiness,
One way or another.

I know I have to give up on some,
But I know I will gain more,
I just have to believe,
That everything will be fine.

I will be fine, I will be fine,
True love will find me,
Even in this mess,
I will be fine, I will be happy.

New possibilities

Learning new things and meeting new people,
An exciting adventure, indoor or outdoor,
We gain experience and connections,
A door to new possibilities to explore.

Let’s invite in new ideas, hopes and dreams,
New future full of new choices,
New options for us to explore,
We are fresh and eager and free.

Let’s aim for that vague light,
The future we plan but cannot foresee,
Because we will drive ourselves to success,
No matter what form will make us happy.

We will choose our paths ourselves,
With no barriers, no chains or walls,
We will move forward from this point,
We will conquer this world with our might.

Lack of activity is lack of life

I envy you and your love,
Your passion and your cheer,
You are like sunshine,
You radiate happiness,

But what do I know about your?
Just mere trinkets you shared,
Not your life or your story,
Not your past or your plans.

I decided when I thought about it,
Instead of envying you,
I asked why you’re happy,
I realize, I should learn from you.

You live your passion everyday,
With what you do and what you achieve,
And what was wrong was actually me,
What I thought and my delusions.

I analysed and found my problem,
My inaction was my lack of happiness,
I should be active and passionate,
With the things I want and yearn for.

So I thank you with this poem,
For showing me your happiness,
For letting me learn my mistake,
I should live as active as I can.

Short term cures

I need a bubble bath,
To soothe my rage,
To soothe my sadness,
To make me feel better.

I want to hide in a cozy corner,
Read a book all day today,
To not get out of my bed,
To feel happy things I lack.

Give me a pet to love,
To know that I am needed,
To feel that I am wanted,
To be cuddled and soothed.

I want a jar of happiness,
To pass it around and share,
Because I know that right now,
I am not the only one who is sad.