Muse

In colors vivid, a canvas bright, 

Frida's spirit dances, a fierce light. 

With strokes of sorrow, joy entwined, 

Her pain, a mirror, our hearts aligned. 

A heart adorned with thorns, yet bold, 

Through brokenness, a story unfolds. 

Each brush a whisper, each hue a sigh, 

In every line, the strength to defy. 

Resilience blooms in the garden of grief, 

Her wounds unmasked, a source of relief. 

From the ashes of struggle, beauty takes flight, 

In the depth of her darkness, she sparks our own light. 

Oh, how we resonate with her flame, 

In the mirror of pain, we find our name. 

Her laughter, a song, in the depths of despair, 

Reminds us that love is forever laid bare. 

With every creation, we stitch our own seams, 

Finding solace in art, in unraveling dreams. 

For in Frida’s journey, we gather our might, 

To dance with our shadows, to reach for the light. 

So here’s to the spirit that leads us to live, 

In the tapestry woven with all that we give. 

Through struggles, we flourish, like blossoms in rain, 

Inspired by Frida, we rise from our pain.

Rogers

In the depths of despair, anxiety's cruel hold,

A journey of shadows, a story untold.

Scared and anxious, seeking a way out,

Feeling lost in the darkness, consumed by doubt.

A sad reflection of the person I once knew,

Life's colors faded, joy out of view.

Swallowed up by the vastness of strife,

Questioning the purpose of this ongoing life.

Seeking help was a battle, a test of my might,

Fearing judgment, fearing the light.

A belief that something was fundamentally wrong,

A struggle within, a soulful song.

The journey unfolded, not a quick fix in sight,

But skills were gained, shining a light.

Learning of triggers, understanding my core,

Becoming aware of what I held in store.

Determined now, to face what may come,

The road ahead, no longer fearsome.

Challenges met with a spirit so true,

Complaints voiced, yet the work I pursue.

So here I stand, resilient and strong,

Battling anxieties, righting the wrong.

A journey ongoing, a path to unfold,

With bravery as my guide, a story yet untold.

Lessons

In the tapestry of life, we intertwine,

Strangers crossing paths, for a fleeting time.

Some come to teach what lies within,

Unveiling truths, beneath the skin.

Each encounter a lesson, profound and clear,

Moments shared, so sincere.

A dance of souls, a delicate rhyme,

Exchanging gifts, for just a short time.

We learn from them, they learn from us,

In this transient journey, we trust.

For in the briefest meeting of eyes,

Lies wisdom that forever flies.

So cherish those who come and go,

Their purpose known, their seeds they sow.

For in the briefest touch, we find,

A universe of connections, intertwined.

In the silent night

In the quiet of night, she silently weeps, 

heart tangled in secrets she's forced to keep. 

His words like whispers, his actions unclear, 

Leaving her longing, drowning in fear. 

Expectations of forever, of vows untold, 

But in his eyes, a hesitation behold. 

She feels like a shadow in his perfect design, 

Her flaws exposed, her worth in decline.

Past trauma and mistakes, a heavy chain, 

In his heart, echoes of lingering pain. 

Unable to trust, unable to believe, 

Their love held back, struggling to breathe.

She longs to break free from the bonds of despair, 

To find solace in a love that's fair. 

But he lingers on, refusing to release, 

Leaving her heartache never to cease. 

In the depths of her sorrow, she finds a glimmer of light, 

A strength within her, ready to take flight. 

For love should uplift, not shackle or bind, 

May she find peace and healing in her heart and mind.

Restless Mind

In the quiet corners of a restless mind,

Where anxiety and doubt entwined,

A heart beats loud with love and care,

Yet whispers of insecurity linger in the air.

Bringing together dear ones so close,

Should be joyous, like a blooming rose,

But a storm brews within, a battle of will,

Anxious thoughts that won't stay still.

Am I enough? What's wrong with me?

Questions without answers, shadows flee,

Yet the fear holds tight, a heavy chain,

Silencing words, causing inner pain.

In the depths of silence, the heart cries,

Longing to speak, to bridge the skies,

But anxiety's grip is strong and cold,

Leaving a story untold, a treasure untold.

Oh, inner turmoil, a tangled knot,

In the arms of love, a painful spot,

Yet hope remains, a flickering light,

Guiding through the darkest night.

For in the depths of vulnerability and fear,

Strength emerges, crystal clear,

Love will conquer, fears will fade,

In the embrace of love, a heart is made.

A Mountain to Climb

In the darkest of mornings, tangled in sheets,

A battle within where despair competes,

Struggles to rise, the weight hard to bear,

Triggers and trauma, a relentless snare.

The world outside carries a heavy shroud,

Invisible scars that cry out loud,

Helpless and weary, feeling so small,

Numbness takes hold, casting a pall.

Each sunrise a challenge, a mountain to climb,

Lost in the shadows of a troubled mind,

Lost in the echoes of a painful past,

Seeking a flicker of hope that could last.

But deep in the heart, a spark remains,

A tiny light in the midst of the strains,

Though life feels heavy, and moments are tough,

There's courage within, and resilience enough.

So rise from the depths, face the day anew,

Know that you're strong, know that you'll pull through,

The lust for life may flicker and fade,

But hold on tight, don't let it evade.

For in the midst of the darkness and strife,

There's a glimmer of hope, a thread of life,

You're not alone in this endless fight,

Embrace the dawn, embrace the light.

Just a pretty face

In rooms of suits and polished steel,

Where numbers dance, and deals are sealed,

She walks a path both sharp and steep,

Her dreams a burden, dreams to keep.

A whisper soft, yet loud it rings,

"She's just a face," the echo sings,

Her mind, a diamond, sharp and bright,

Yet shadows cast, obscures its light.

She stands among the titans tall,

Their glances quick, she feels so small,

Her ideas clear, with genius hue,

Dismissed as folly, nothing new.

To prove her worth, a daily fight,

Perfection sought, both day and night,

Her striving heart, it bears the strain,

In silence, swallowed, choked with pain.

The smartest one, yet must disguise,

Her wisdom doused, in wary eyes,

For envy lurks in mirrored gaze,

Her glow, diminished, by their haze.

When help is sought, a door is slammed,

“Figure it out,” their cold command,

No resources, no open hand,

Just broken roads of sinking sand.

In corridors where judgments freeze,

She battles on, with silent pleas,

A quest for equal standing ground,

In walls where bias still resounds.

Augustin

In the depths of grief, a heart heavy with woe,

A cousin lost to cancer's cruel blow,

At 24, on the brink of love's bloom,

About to wed, in life's spacious room.

Helplessness lingers, a bitter taste,

Unable to alter the cruel haste,

Regret whispers in the silent night,

Words unspoken, out of sight.

Longing to say "I love you" true,

But time slipped by, the moment flew,

Now, a vow to those still near,

To hold them close, to draw them near.

In the shadow of loss, a bittersweet vow,

To cherish each moment, then and now,

"I love you" spoken, with heartfelt grace,

In every embrace, in every trace.

Your cousin's absence a poignant ache,

But in your love, his spirit wakes,

A legacy of tender affection, strong and clear,

To love deeply, to hold near.

In the echo of grief, a lesson unfolds,

To express love freely, in tales untold,

For in every "I love you" that you share,

Your cousin's memory lingers, bright and rare.

A family torn

When the night is at its blackest and a family is sundered, there is no time for an uncle or kin to grieve. Those criminal hands have made their heartless mark and left us with a shame that has no end.

But you lot can put your ears to it. You are a ruthless crowd and you wanted to instill fear, but we do not cower. Don’t be so arrogant as to think you have won; this is a game with a way of turning on you.

You may have thought you left us in despair, weak and broken. Look again. There is a fire in our spirits now, a vengeful sky you cannot put out. Our rage has been reborn and it is in the very air.

Our uncle is gone, and others with him, but in a way their lives run through us. We are warriors and we will not be bent. Nor will we let your cruelty go unchallenged.

We wear our pain with a boldness you might call sassy, and justice is in every vein. Every tear only makes us stronger. So make no mistake, you spineless bunch: we are on the move and we will break through. Your shadows don’t stand a chance against us.

We are driven by the memory of them, each beat of our heart sure in its purpose. You will not dampen our quest for victory or write off what they were. The days of being victims and shedding tears are over. We will put an end to your fears, heads high, and for the love of family we will have the night.

Be on guard, your hour is coming. We charge without fear while justice has its say in every scream, a defiant note in our dreams. From all this pain we have found our power, broken the chains and put ourselves in the light.

Together we stand tall and answer the call for some sweet vengeance.

No Voice

There is a clamour in here, voices loud and distinct,

and I am silent in the midst of it, invisible.

Their words come tumbling out, fine as gems from a mine,

only to be lost on deaf ears and time.

I want nothing more than to be put in understanding, to be heard for real,

but my voice gets muddled in all this indifference.

You can see them smile and give a nod, but their eyes are elsewhere,

putting my own needs in some kind of disarray.

To them I am an enigma they have no interest in getting involved with,

a puzzle they are content not to solve.

Still there is a fire in me, bright and insistent,

hankering for some connection and light.

So let their ears be cold; I will speak my truth with boldness.

I have found enough solace and grace in who I am to make peace with

my uniqueness, even in a place like this.