Finding the right words

I have so much to say
but when I start working my hand on paper
the words fly out the window of my mind,
liked a caged bird set free by it's devoted master,
believing that it will fly back home,
leaving me speechless
with faith and alone.

I sit with my paper and pen wondering
how I can put my thoughts out to you.
Thinking how I can convey the beauty
and infinite love I bear witness to daily,
how I can be mediator between my imagination and my hand,
between my grip and the pen,
between the ink and the paper.

I have so much to say
and when I try to liberate my reflection to you,
words are puzzles,
requiring my time to solve the the pieces,
so I ask for more time,
and patience is the task at hand.

I calmly place my pen on the paper,
with the idea of introducing one to the other ,
as the two are about to encounter an unfamiliar trail in unison,
as I narrate my story.

I tell my story with the wisdom granted to me by the Creator of life.
wishing that it could be smooth,
wishing it could have the same light as the sun rays at dawn,
full of soul and hope
feeding the skin and body with energy and strength.

I now recognize the place I am at,
the place where I am going.
Giving recognition and praises,
leaving behind doubt and fear whether my words will fly back to me.
I acquaint myself with me and the time inside my mind,
aware that in season I will say all that I need to say,
and you will be desiring such words to come your way,
comforting you and supporting you in your season.

I do have much to say but I will wait patiently
for the words to fly back to me,
and affirm the need to speak, to you.

Why I write

I write to hear my soul speak to me,

To fulfill my promise to self,

To give a voice to my thoughts and to be the voice of reason at the end of the day.

I write to learn,

To teach the truth,

To hear and speak the truth.

I write to numb the negative thoughts,

To treasure the positives,

To gain understanding.

I write to free a spirit,

To enlighten a path,

To give love and to be love.

I write, and by writing the lioness in me roars to be set free from the cage,

And that makes me glow,

Gives me a reason to live,

Determination to grow. 

Hope becomes my second name and love my surname.

I write in my happiest and saddest moments.

I write in my strongest and weakest moments,

And I cherish every single day that goes by under the sun.

I write a story untold,

To see the unknown and the hidden. 

I write to serve, to heal, to mend the broken pieces

And restore life.

I write. 

Me

I tried with all I can to know you

Only to realize that its me I need to know first!

So my path to knowing you changed

When I acknowledged ME.

How I treated you was how I treated ME.

My path to knowing you finally made sense when I started knowing ME.

My path to knowing me

Opened my eyes to the greater path within me

Made me see my worth.

So I put me first.

My path to knowing you is now

My path to knowing ME.

So I give to you my true self

Without expecting anything in return.

In search

In my pursuit to finding love

I speak to the winds looking for answers

And I hear the birds sing.

I wait patiently for nature’s wisdom.

Everything is perfect, splendid and fascinating.

I get in touch with who and what my part is.

The Leaves then whisper words of love in tranquility,

Rivers flow a never ending love story,

Birds sing in union and tune of love.

Love is the base of nature's outcome.

Leaves are the meaning of freedom

They keep waving to the sky in worship,

Acknowledging who they are.

As I become one with nature

I finally understand,

That what nature is being,

I possess.

So I accept my part

And I wave to the sky in worship

And gratitude to the creator,

For the freedom I am blessed with

For the love that resides in me

And for my never ending love story.