Like a seed, thoughts take control of us,
Consuming us of every inch of greatness, belief, faith
But they won’t take our dignity
Like seeds, we choose what to water, what to neglect,
But that is far from easy when we detect pain, the insecurity that stems so far down within us, that we are blinded to the point it is a part of us.
Like a seed, we can choose where we want to grow,
Where we want to be seen, far above the soil,
Far above what we really are.
But everything around us doesn’t make us.
It is what lies inside of us
What hides so deep into our hearts, our soul that nothing can take that away,
That glimpse of hope, love, passion and light we hold so tightly because we are just like that,
Seed who is fighting through its environment to become what HE/SHE wants to become and sees
But that the problem, what do we see?
are we our own limitations?
Or are we just, seeds.
words are heart to describe a friend,
a kind heart? a smile that lifts hurt? what is a friend?
one that listens and understand,
one that believes in himself and stands
above all, the struggles that it may bring
beneath it all, a soul so beautiful, with its outstretched wings
attracting all that is good, that is pure, that is kind
mixed in and formed to create a soul, a mind
full of creativity, words don’t do it justice,
standing beside a woman of Grace, her smile, like his fortress.
A year older you are my friend,
And as these years increase, may your joy never end.
Happy birthday 🤗
Gloomy a bit boring,
Things to do, things to write
Beneath the covers,
Beneath all that bothers
To decrease the creativity
Or a spark of reality
Swoops in and burst in all its sanity
That’s the urge I feel when I write.