Some will march in spewing insincerity Still others will tiptoe in without pretense Both are after the same things Both are cruel and unkind Manipulation comes in many forms I am sure I have not seen all the ways But I am sure of it when I see it This will not be my future I have never been blind to the truth
*It’s been said that if you’re having trouble calming your mind, humming can help because you can’t hum and think simultaneously. Anyway, that’s where the idea for this poem came from. Like so many others, I’m an overthinker, and this humming method really helps me. And now that I’m thinking about it, I bet whistling while you work might help, too. If you give it a try, let me know if it helps.
For those of you who left comments, thank you. I’ve decided not to publish comments or to comment back and I hope y’all can understand. Much love… ~M xo
Sometimes I feel so small out here underneath it all The sky is so vast every mountain so high I’m a mere speck of dust to every passer-by Insignificant by design feeling ready to resign Like a splash from a waterfall an unnoticed drip splattered upon grandeur preparing to slip Yet I wonder if I could be a friend to the mighty sea As insufficient as I am I’ve got so many dreams under the weight of them all I’m nearly bursting at the seams Ambitions overflowing completely ready to get going But the path is never straight and the journey can be so long can’t always get someplace unless you’re really strong A new age a new me I wonder who I’ll be I’ve searched my whole life through a forest of tall trees looking for all the answers as if they’re there on the breeze Just more questions forever found scattered lifelessly on the ground Wonder if I’ll ever find my way I’m over halfway through This is just how life is when you’re turning fifty-two