Doing the Best that I can

I give myself permission to make mistakes

As long as a lesson is learned

I give myself permission to fall

As long as I stand back up

I give myself permission to fail

As long as I persevere

I give myself permission to love

As long as I know my worth

I give myself permission to be angry
To be sad

As long as I do not remain bitter

I give myself permission to cry
To hurt
To dislike

As long as I do not dwell in misery

I give myself permission to give up for a day

As long as I try again tomorrow

I give myself permission to be me

As long as I remember

I am human

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Eruption

One of the worst things is being sucked into a volcano

What’s worse is being in your own

The lava burns through your veins as it’s patience wanes

Ready to burst through every pore of your mountain esque skin

So it waits

And waits…

Waiting

Till it reaches a boiling point of no return

Rocks spew out

Hitting everything in their path

An outpouring of fire

melting all that it covers

It doesn’t mean to cause destruction

Yet it does not know any better

You call it mean

But this is the nature of it’s being

You tried to warn the others

Trying to help them move to safety with your subtle cues

Nevertheless some just ignore them because they don’t understand it as well as you do

Retreating to shelter

But it’s force is too strong

It pulls you back in

No matter how strong you think you are

It starts to consume you

As you cry out in agony

It’s tyranny makes you feel like you have no purpose

You’re worthless in it’s ruthless eyes

Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss

Realize you do have the power to overcome this

If you can look beyond the ashes and the depths of despair

Can you see the majestic bliss of what you call a nightmare?

Waning Patience

Note: There is explicit language in this post so if you are not a fan of, “f-bombs,” this poem will not be for you. 🙂 

I am my own worst enemy.

Helplessly going numb as my strength starts to crumble before me.

What is the point of even trying, when what I want, does not even come.

Cluster fucks and fairy tales is all I have ever known in my trails.

So why the fuck should I persevere when my train will just keep going off the rails.

A nail has been put through my sails making the trip feel like an eternity.

Yet, in spite of this, I still turn the wheel.

Only I can choose to overcome, the scum, of what my mind thinks and reels.

As frustrating as it may be, these are the cards dealt to me and I will keep fighting until I’m free.

©WildRiverRebel 2017

True Love is not….

True love is not, driven by force or fear.

True love is not, with a fist full of beer.

True love is not, making you look like, “a deer in the headlights,” leading you to tears.

True love is not, keeping you near to the point of always wondering if you’re in the clear.

True love is not, using words like a spear.

True love is not, controlling how you think, act, or feel.

True love is not, masking the truth underneath a chandelier.

True love is not, keeping you from your family or peers.

True love is not, saying sorry and being insincere.

True love is not, letting another interfere.

True love is not, when your self-worth depletes because they are the auctioneer.

True love is, helping you steer the wheel through life’s frontier, so you may persevere when all you want to do is disappear.

Do not be discouraged my dear for true love, I promise, will appear.

©WildRiverRebel 2017