Poems

Be Yourself….

Be yourself

I came unto earth with a closed fist and a cry
Surrounded by strangers dressed in white
Lavished with love, praised and adored
Life was fun and I was eager to grow
Curiosity, enthusiasm, imagination and play
Filled every minute of the day.
Eager to grow up and to please those around
I morphed myself into as many avatars that I found
So that I could fit in and be accepted into the crowd.

I laughed when they laughed, cried when they cried
Even though it didn’t feel right inside
I dressed how they dressed bought things to impress
And waited to receive their accolades and praise
Slowly my true self withered away and
The light in my eyes turned a light shade of gray
Happiness seemed to be out of reach
Each time I was not being my real self.
Life felt like a big wide hole
Unfulfilled and cold as the north pole
Taking it no more the little child inside me found her way through my hearts door
Asking me to see her in the past when love was showered and I needn’t act
Be who you are that’s what the world wants to see
They don’t need a carbon copy of another celebrity
You’ve come with the talents unique to yourself
To carve your name in the world with your own hand print.
To share your goodies that only you can give.
And enjoy the journey by being yourself!

Poems

Be in the moment!

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My first step out of my bed
makes my mind run ahead;
Planning things that I need to do
Wishing I had already done some yesterday too
I hurry, I scramble, I get the children out of bed
I prod them, I scold them and threaten to leave them instead.
My mind is in a panic now
Thinking of all the things I need to get done.
I drop them off to school in a hurry
And press the accelerator and zoom
Stuck in traffic I cuss the world

The rain, the thunder which is adding to the fuel.
I take a deep breath and sigh
And look out of my window to see a smile.
A toothless grin so innocent and without guile
Jolts me back to the present moment without strife.
Bringing me memories of bygone years of my children.
A tear creeps up, a sorrow takes hold thinking of how I never enjoy
The small special moments that make my everyday.

The laughter of my children, the sound of chirping birds, the shapes of those clouds
That linger on the sky.
I vowed to myself to be more aware of those simple pleasures,
To be in the moment and not stress the little things.
For things that I did are not written on my grave
But whom I loved and leave behind will be those who say my name.