White Dove

One cold evening,
I looked outside
At the ashen sky,
Trembling with grief
For the world
I once knew
And loved,
A world I feared
I might never
Know again.

But a white dove
Came to me,
Bathed in light,
And told me
Not to be afraid,
That the world
Could be better
If only I chose
To make it so.

She told me
That Light
Is stronger
Than Darkness,
That Hope
Is stronger
Than Fear,
That Love
Is stronger
Than Hate.

She reminded me
That just as
The night
Comes before
The dawn
And every storm
Is followed
By sunshine,
So does resistance
Precede acceptance.

Her words
Filled my heart
With hope
And gave
My spirit wings.
In that moment,
The fear I’d felt
Gave way to courage
And the promise
Of a brighter future.

As I watched her
Fly away
Into the sunset,
I smiled,
Knowing now
What I must do.

If I want to
Make the world
A better place,
I have to believe
I can start
With myself.
It’s time to
Be the change.


My submission to the February Poets for Peace collaboration. May we all be the change we wish to see in the world!

My Waiting Game

How long would I wait
To be with you?
I asked myself this question
Before I started playing
This waiting game,
Knowing it would all be a test
Of how much I love you.

How have I waited
So long for you?
It hasn’t been easy at all,
Being so far away,
Longing every day to be
By your side again,
But if I’ve learned anything,
It’s that our love will always
Overcome the pain of distance.

I see your sweet face,
Your kind eyes,
Your gentle smile,
And I feel content.
I listen to your voice,
To your music,
To your laughter,
And I feel at peace.
I talk to you,
Laugh with you,
Share my world with you,
And my heart fills with joy.

The adoration you show me
Brightens my darkest days.
The way you smile at me,
Listen to me,
Encourage me,
Say sweet words to me,
Makes me feel so loved.
Thinking about you,
Dreaming of you,
Caring for you,
Loving you,
Brings me happiness
Like I’ve never known before,
And knowing I’ll be
In your arms again soon
Makes it all worth the wait.

How long would I wait
To be with you?
I know now I can play
The game for years,
Waiting patiently every day
For the chance to be
With you again,
Because I know that
Someday soon,
The wait will be over,
And I’ll finally win.


Happy Birthday to my wonderful boyfriend! Thank you for waiting for me all these years. I promise we’ll be together again soon! I truly love you!

Real Magic

Magic may seem
Like the stuff
Of fantasy
And fairy tales,
But I know
For a fact
That it really exists.

Real magic comes
In the form of
Sweet kisses
And affectionate hugs,
In gentle words
And selfless acts.

Real magic
Is respect
And trust
And loyalty.
It’s devotion
And kindness
And overwhelming joy.

Real magic
Is waking up
Every day
Next to someone
Who makes you smile,
Falling sleep
Every night
Beside someone
Who shares in your pain,
And spending
Your whole life
With someone
You could never
Live without.

How could I not
Believe in magic
When I grew up
Seeing it every day
In the form of such
True love?


Dedicated to my parents, whose love has always been a huge inspiration for my writing and my personal life. Thank you for teaching me what real magic is! I love you both so much!

Echo

What I saw from
Above you,
Of you,
Is what I see
Into you,
To you.

How could you ever
Fancy me?
See me.
You’re all I want
Before me,
For me.

Yet if you don’t
Believe me,
Leave me.
I saw all the lies
My ego threw you
Go through you.

I see the truth
In you– no, me.
You know me.
And I’ve known this,
For a while, of you:
I love you.

Walking Paradox

I don’t have a clue who I am,
But I know exactly what I want.

I want to act selfish sometimes,
But I like being seen as a nice person.

I want to prove myself an individual,
But I care too much what other people think.

I want to share my interests,
But I’m afraid I’ll annoy people with them.

I want to be offered help,
But I get angry when I can’t do things by myself.

I want to talk about my problems,
But I don’t want to burden anyone.

I want people to know me well,
But I hate being predictable.

I want everyone to know how I’m feeling
Without me having to tell them.

I want close friendships
Without the effort of maintaining them.

I want to pour my heart out
While still being mysterious.

I want to be loved by everyone
Without giving a damn what anyone thinks of me.

I don’t have a clue what I want,
But I know exactly who I am:
A walking paradox.

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