STEP BACK

The water is rushing from all over. Just can't see the sharp rocks ahead. Maybe there is too much worrying about not sinking. Maybe the waves are just too high to see past. Maybe the waves are too harsh to overcome. It seems there’s no way to maneuver through it.

Take a step back from that river. Stop flailing and hold up that head. Take a look at the scenery. Those flowers are just blooming in. The mountains stand nice and tall; their guiding the river down. Really appreciate it. Just take a step back.

See what has happened here? Priorities are flying all over the place; like liquid thrown about. Taking a step back, taking some time to just think can calm those waves. It can help those flowers bloom. It makes the mountains strong and more able to protect. Just take a step back.

PRESENCE

Their presence is cute and cuddly.
                             old and wise.
                             full of story telling time.
                             fun but fragile.
                             instructive.
                             full of love.
                             everything.

LITTLE

The little
  bees swarmed
the little
    children. With
their little
 yells and screams
the little
   kids started
         to run
their little
 different ways,
    stomping on
those little
 spring time flowers
     or hiding behind
   the trees from
the little
    angry bees.

CARRY

Steve was down. The blow had hit him right in the heart. Its unexpected swing seemed to chill his every bone. He had not seen it coming, but now the pain was not stopping. Even though he quickly tried to distract himself, nothing could erase that sting from his heart. It would be a never ceasing burden for Steve to always carry.

DESTROY

His hands felt like pieces of glass were protruding out of them. Everything he seemed to want was shredded with a simple touch. It was as if all in his path was destined for destruction. And that's what he was, destruction. A destroyer of anything and everything he could get his hands on. It wasn't as if he meant that to be the case, but it happened no matter what or who the victim. It would become nothing, would be gone.

FRIENDS

Cause we're friends.
Just friends.
That's all we are.
     We're just friends.
     Just friends.
     That's all they want.
Because we're friends.
Just, just friends.
There's nothing more.

DRAIN

Some days it will drizzle.
On others it will rain.
It might even pour but
Remember, it will always drain.

DAILY

Jill stared at the bleak abyss, hoping for something else to drag her attention away. It was the same, daily, constantly repetitive thing that bored her. Every day she would wait; waiting for just something to happen, something to do, something to change her course of events. She used to not understand how people could do it; how they just sat in their lives and let the world pass through them like a blur. At least it hadn't made sense to Jill, until she found herself doing the same exact thing.

AREN'T

Why are we constantly beating up on ourselves? It could be physically: we aren't skinny or muscular enough, aren't handsome or pretty enough, aren't what we want us to be. So we run more, we stop eating, we change ourselves. It could also be emotionally: we aren't smart enough, we aren't funny enough, we aren't what we want us to be. And so we joke more, we study more, we change ourselves. We are who we are supposed to be. We shouldn't compare ourselves to others because it's not possible to become them. We just need to be our best selves that we can be and leave the aren't out of it.

STEPS

          Building up.
  Getting stronger.
    Learning more.
      Brick by brick.
         Step by step.
      Straw by stick.
 Moving with one
       foot at a time.
       That's how to
     go through life.

BACK

She gently held her head, as if to protect it from the memories that were now flooding in. Trying to block out the past and look towards the future had never been her strength. In fact, one could say that it was the exact opposite. Everything was different now in her life and she was very glad of that, but the sting would still sometimes attack her heart. A sudden presence of something familiar would shove her brain back to those days, to those times of worry and sorrow. It would engulf her, and for a little while she would be in its despair once again.