Tag: Poetry

Poetry | Focus on Me

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I was told it is selfish to think about myself —

even though the only person I can confirm really exists is me.

I chose the road most traveled and became enabling and codependent.

Question: What happens if I have no expectations about what others do?

Answer: Others become meaningless.

Hope: I can change the previous answer.

I’m told the only person I can truly change is myself.

Trauma tells me that is not true.

Despite what Trauma, drunk on cortisol, relays to me at 6 pm est each day;

and despite the fact that I may not find complete truth in the statement,

“I can only change myself,”

I will focus on me, as best I can, because once again,

I’m the only one that I can confirm truly exists.

R

Poetry | “This Journey’s Purpose”

IT IS confusing when nowhere are true comforts of home.

Childhood bred false hopes. Adulthood leaves most alone.

Make no mistake, you tried to cope by doing what they wanted,

but with thoughts of what you’d become, your mind was sorely haunted.

To give up hope on common sense is least hope of them all.

To accept blindness instead of bliss is purposefully trying to fall.

Difficult to believe is nothing more in life could ensue;

but if you lose your faith, You know you’ve lost the essence of you.

Perhaps this journey’s purpose is to teach the truth of lack,

so in a better time-space your pure mind won’t e’er look back.

Renee Tarot

Author of “The Mystic” on Amazon

In Honor of Siblings Who Are Also Friends

What is a Friend?

A friend is someone who connects with you wheree’er you go.

No matter how wide or how high your thoughts, with you they try to flow.

There is a special kind of love the binds you past the end.

A certain cosmic concoctional soup with stardust makes a friend.

What is a Special Sibling Friend?

I have four siblings, who I love all, but two are a special kind,

For when I have a cloudy day, they always soothe my mind.

We share our secrets, big and small, with true and honest awe.

They both have deep abiding faith in me in spite of flaw.

When others say most unkind words, I think how they love me.

It keeps me glowing deep inside; through them they help me see

That I am worthy, I am good eve’ when they tell hard truth

I trust them both with all my heart, e’er since I was a youth.

Yes, we have fought and we have cried, but nothing stops our bond.

I do believe ever they’ll be with me now and beyond.

TELL YOUR SIBLING FRIENDS HOW SPECIAL THEY ARE TO YOU TODAY!