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Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Five

On By WinstonIn Bullying, Enlightenment, Personal, Poetry, Self AwarenessLeave a comment

A little bit of introspection led to today’s tale of woe and self-redemption. It’s all about self acceptance and understanding your own worth. Figure out for yourself who you are instead of just accepting what people tell you. It’s the greatest gift you can give yourself and the sooner you do, we the better your life will be.

I Win

Back when I was a little boy,
I often felt quite bad.
I didn’t try I had no friends,
I often felt quite sad.

I wasn’t fast I wasn’t strong,
I didn’t get along.
And when I tried hard to fit in,
I’d always get it wrong.

I used to think that it was me,
Something inside was broke.
I thought that I would always be,
The butt of someone’s joke.

For many years I felt this way,
My worth was less than dirt.
I built my walls kept people out,
Saved me from further hurt.

It worked so well for oh so long,
Then cracks appeared at last.
I made some friends but trusted not,
Too wary from my past.

But still I learned that I was not,
Just what the world had seen.
There’s so much more but buried deep,
Where it had always been.

There’ve been some people in my life,
Who helped me understand.
That I am worthy I am liked,
Self loathing must be banned.

I have a wife who understands,
How deeply I am flawed.
And yet her love is so complete,
Self doubt should be outlawed.

At times it still will creep back in,
No matter my success.
That nagging voice from childhood,
Still cries out in distress.

But if I let it run my life,
I let the bullies win.
But that can’t be if I just know,
I like myself. I Win.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-Four

On By WinstonIn Loving Life, Personal Poetry Writing Challenge, PoetryLeave a comment

I’m sitting here watching the steady rain outside my window.  Everyone I see says things like… “I wish this rain would stop.”, or “Days like this are so depressing.”  I got thinking about it and wrote this in response.

Enjoy!

Comes The Queen of Summer

I woke up to the rain again,
Some days I miss the sun.
But this is spring and all this rain,
Means that the winter’s done.

The birds are back their happy songs,
Fill up the sodden air.
And as they flit between the drops,
Songs say they just don’t care.

Soon leaves appear and flowers bloom,
Each day grows warmer still.
Right now it’s raining but I don’t
Believe it always will.

So as you look out at the rain,
Try not to be depressed.
For rain now means the Summer Queen,
Will look her very best.

Cheers, Winston

Personal Poetry Challenge Day Thirty-three

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Sometimes all we need is to believe. It doesn’t matter what we believe or even if it’s true. Just believing is enough to get us through.

The Cat In The Box

Quite long ago quite far away,
Deep in the dark of night.
A little boy sits quaking there,
Quite paralyzed with fright.

He knows that he has heard a sound,
That’s how he chanced to wake.
He strains so hard to hear again,
No breath he dares to take.

He lies like this ’til sleep at last,
Lays claim to him once more.
But even then this sleep is not,
So restful as before.

His older brother looks at him,
In mornings pale light.
And asks if he has slept at all,
He looks an awful sight.

The boy decides to ask his help,
And tells him of the noise.
The older brother says perhaps,
The cat disturbed his toys.

The younger one considers this,
He’s not convinced it’s true.
So his brother makes them a plan,
Decides what they should do.

His brother will stay in his room,
To see what he can hear.
To see if they can figure out,
The true source of his fear.

So though the night the brother sits,
Though he is tired too.
And as the younger sleeps the night,
He wonders what to do.

He tells his brother he will stay,
But only one more night.
He’s confident he’ll find the cause,
Of his young brothers fright.

That night there is an awful crash,
The young boy starts awake.
He looks and sees his brother sits,
Upon a wooden crate.

He set a trap and caught the cat,
About his nightly rounds.
It’s clear this fuzzy thing’s the source,
Of all the mystery sounds.

And later on he gives the cat,
Some cream in his small bowl.
He pets him then and thanks him for,
How well he played his role.

“I do not know what sounds he heard,
But this I guarantee.
No matter what he hears I bet,
He thinks it’s you. You see?”

And sure enough from that night on,
He slept quite undeterred.
For in his dreams that clumsy cat,
Was all he ever heard.

Cheers, Winston