Don’t Quit | Short Poem No. 12

Don’t quit, stay.

Every day I see your faces.

Different situations, different phases.

A mom with A dead stare wondering who will be there.

The enthusiastic man wondering if he can.

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The girl with hopeless love wondering if she’s enough.

The man in chronic pain, slowly going insane.

Everywhere there’s different faces.

People going through different phases.

But you have to know it’s just a phase.

You have to believe it will be okay.

And, sometimes, there’s nothing else you have to do

but stay.

Photo by Luis Galvez on Unsplash.

For another great post about not quitting, check out “Don’t Quit!” by PRASHANTT, as well as another post of mine, “Let if Go and Move On,” for the few times in life when you should quit.

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Forward Thinking | Short Poem No. 9

Forward thinking.
Not looking back
And not even looking around.
Just thinking forward.
Because, if it wasn’t for tomorrow,
what would be today?
Or, even worse,
if I was stuck in the past.

I guess you’d call that hope
and few other things last forever.

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And when there’s nothing else to hope for,
that is when people find their faith.

I always give myself
something to look forward too,
because if I only look at the daily mundane,
I’ll always just feel the same.

And it’s not every day
that something special happens.

Photo by Alexander Possingham on Unsplash.

If you like this post, check out “Some days are better, some days are not.” by Winnie, as well as my own post “Tress Blowing in the Wind.”

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Raw Story | Short Poem No. 8

A raw story.

My heart is raw.
Hands wide open.
Take some of you and
deposit some hope in.

My soul is raw,
Mouth closed.
Less of me,
but making me free.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I see something coming
from the Giver.

Raw Story

My heart is raw,
been a few years.
But if it gets hard
there’s no more tears.

My soul is strong,
stronger every day.
When you lay it down
you’ll pick it up along the way.

My body is raw,
won’t last forever.
But I’ll get a new one
from the Giver.

Photo by Nicolae Rosu on Unsplash.

If you liked this post, check out Job 19:25-27 to see some of the inspiration for it, as well as my poem “Hurricane Path Map.”

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