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Tempest

I never liked the way the grey sky looks
But it’s in the storm I found
A strength greater than the world
That lifted me up ever so gently,
And taught me what it is to be still.

I never wished for fire
But it’s in that desperation I felt
A hope that is unlike any other
That enveloped me in warmth,
And led me to the path of courage.

I never wanted to be tossed by the waves
But it’s in the seconds before I drowned
That I realized I was anchored
Protected in an unshakable grip,
And knew what it is to be saved.

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Just Don’t.

I know I’m climbing the edge of a cliff to find my quiet place
I know, I’m looking.
But please don’t say that I’ll fall…
You’ll make me believe that I will.

I know I’m swimming against the currents to escape the waters
I know, I’m fighting.
But please don’t say that the waves are stronger…
You’ll make me believe that I’ll drown.

I know that I’m navigating through the woods by trusting my guts
I know, I’m searching.
But please don’t say that I’m aimless…
You’ll make me believe that I’m lost.

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The Little Light

Isn’t it funny?
That it’s so far away
And yet you somehow believe it would be true.

Isn’t it bittersweet?
It tears you inside but you can’t help but to hold on to it
Because it’s the only thing you can have.

Isn’t it damning?
The crowd jeers and laughs, but you can’t back down
Because that’s where you put your best foot forward.
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The long train ride, to some place we’ll call Home

I found myself sitting in an empty train
Through a serendipity wandering
Windows up, no clouds in the sky
Startling journey; breathless, exciting
But wait, where is this going?
It’s too sudden, too new
I wasn’t even sure if I want to be here…
But you smiled and sat right next to me
And the train began to move.

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Lighthouse

lighthouse

Clear blue water
Then high tide waves
Black storm
And windswept sky
Can you still hear my whispers in the rain?
Just wait,
I’ll build a lighthouse just for us.

For me, a lighthouse is a symbol of hope, and the promise to stand strong, despite of whatever circumstances we might face.

I painted this picture and wrote its accompanying piece sometime ago, as a reminder that Continue reading Lighthouse