How does she coax a rose from a stone?
Cold flat surface and non-dimensional plane.
Heavy burden of stone, lifeless, exhausted, no name.
Her days have moved forward with more days yet to come.
And like a stone she won’t let go of the things that she’s done.
And she sits contemplating the greatest of sin, treating each day as a means to an end.
Until one day a question came in the form of a prose.
Is there any way to coax a rose from a stone?
Is there any way to move a stone to rebirth?
No more counting on someone or something to show her self-worth?
So she sits at her table, a stone in her hand and reaches an agreement they both understand.
This life did not give her something already made, but provided the pathway to let her be brave.
So to answer the question that came from this prose;
How does one coax a rose from a stone?
The answer is simple, but the path isn’t straight.
It takes time, patience, bravery, and love to create.
Speak to yourself kindly. Show up for yourself by speaking what is in your heart. Show yourself that you are worthwhile by getting enough rest and relaxation. Love yourself unconditionally by forgiving yourself for your imperfections. Be gentle with your body by moving it daily and providing it with nutritious food. Be responsible with your mind by letting it have quiet time through meditation.
Born from silence
Begin your day in peace
Born from peace
Live today in grace
Born from grace
Rest your head in forgiveness
Born from forgiveness
Begin your day in silence
Helicopter arms are so much fun
Little hands stickier than a sticky bun
Dirty little feet that love to run
Energy enough for everyone
Face covered with god knows what
Stole my water bottle and my heart
Poured water all over the bathroom floor
Left me outside and locked the door
Laughing as he ran outside
Behind the curtains he runs to hide!
Mischievous grin, but the sweetest smile
Grandma sure loves her little guy
Thank you for the voice to speak when difficult words get stuck
Thank you for the space to heal when painful wounds are opened up
Thank you for the strength to stand, legs shaking with each step
And when I fall, I thank you so, for helping me get up
Thank you for the courage when I’m afraid to venture out
Thank you for the sword of truth to help defend myself
Thank you for the wisdom to look inside myself
To see that there is more to me than what was divvied out
Thank you so for sharing all the deepest parts of you
But most of all, I thank you all just for being you
Ode to my bed safe from all harm
I long for your safety
To spend the night in your arms
The sacrifices made just for my dreams
A bag of feathers plucked for my comfort
Four legs carved from a tree
Soft cotton cradle of comfort
I rest my heavy head on your bosom
A place for my tired bones
You beckon me to take refuge
Escape from the masses of the insane
The safety of my bed
My sweet reprieve
Born out of darkness
Devine light victorious
The birth of vision