I'm Charlie. Human. Facilitator. Activist. Therapist. Student of Life.
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Why do we chase things
That don’t exist Rather than embracing Our true selves In all our messiness, And beauty Are we not already perfect Like a rose that smiles at the sun Does it fret about its petals Thorns and leaves Or does it sway in the breeze, Knowing it is a part of life As it was meant to be? Why do we seek love Where it cannot be found Buy things that we do not need Climb career ladders That take us to nowhere But stress and sadness What about the sea turtle Who swims through the salty sea Does it not know its own majesty Isn’t it aware of its happy place in the Universe of things Does it not view the rainbow fish Darting around its shell and belly With admiration rather than envy Why do we compare Ourselves with others Knowing full well This always makes us feel Less than who we are And the love that we deserve That we all belong That we’re all connected To one another And the earth Why do we look so harshly Upon every action we take Telling ourselves the next will be better When each action was as perfect As we could muster for then As brave as our bodies and minds Would allow for now Heaving beneath the weight Of all that the world Piles upon us Hour after hour Day after day Year after year Why don’t we instead Learn from the trees Who don’t judge The straightness of their trunks The smoothness of their leaves The brightness of their flowers Nor sweetness of their fruits Their bark is rough, Their branches break, Their leaves fly everywhere Their fruit splatters over Pavements and pastures But their worth is not measured by this Why don’t we smell the red ros Swim with the green sea turtle Hug the great dark trunk Of an enormous tree Knowing full well That we are perfect Just the way we are
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Pain, I see you
Wrapped inside my body Like a weeping willow Whose roots weave and wrap Deeply around the soil that grounds it Pain, I see you withered and small Sad and lonely, dark and shrunken Inside my thorax Always there but never seen Like a plume of smoke Hidden in ribs and sinew Buried in heart and lung Marbled through intestines Bones and tissues I see you and hear you The years of sadness The moments of desperation Locked away in this cage Screaming silently to be let out Invisible to all Felt by one There but not there An enigma I see your face Turned away in shame The hurt etched through you The longing for sunlight To cleanse you From my physical form I hear your cries Of past trauma Layered upon layer Inert, absent the energy To escape from here I see you but I don’t judge you You took form for a purpose To protect me from some Future undefined horror I thank you, and say it’s ok now I thank you, and say be free now I am me and you are you And we can each be free When we aren’t woven together like this |
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