For Me?

by | Apr 18, 2020 | Poetry

FOR ME?          

Ayla Laundry, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House

I said to them it is a complicated excerpt ,

but is it my story?

A continued story with no precise end or beginning .

Is it for them?

Or is it for me?

At Bay..

by | Apr 18, 2020 | Poetry

AT BAY..

Contessia Bosserman, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House

I speak to my pain,
how long can you keep the great sadness at bay?
Pain answers, until you can overcome it.
i whisper to my curiosity,
how have the waves not drug you under?
Curiosity simply answers hope.
Then i ask will there be a pocket of air underneath the pressure of the sea?
Light is above the water and you must reach for it.

We Will

by | Apr 17, 2020 | Poetry

WE WILL

Candace Leber, April 16, 2020, Friends of Guest House

And I said to her:  Will you see how wonderful you are?

And she said:         Will you show me?

And I Said to her:    Will you forgive yourself?

And she said:   Will I have suffered enough?

And I said to us:       Will we ever love ourselves?

And we said:  Will we help each other?

Finding Yourself

by | Apr 16, 2020 | Poetry

“And i said to her, ‘Why am I different?’ She said to me, ‘For you were made to stand out.'” Yes, Chazcie, yes!

 

Finding Yourself

 

By Chazcie Heflin, Friends of Guest House, April 16, 2020

 

Finding yourself

 

And I said to her

 

Who am i

 

And she said

 

You are who you think you are

 

And i said to her

 

Why am i different

 

She said to me

 

For you were made to stand out

 

And i said to her

 

Let go of me i want to be free

 

and she said you’ve been free,

 

you blocked yourself from yourself

 

Time

by | Mar 27, 2020 | Poetry

Time

Aimee Treakle, Friends of Guest House

What if I think of this

time as a drop of water

falling into a puddle with

such fluidity that it makes

no ripples adding to the

volume of time without

the waves of action and

reaction. Simply sliding into the

next moment.

In this most sacred time

feed your spirit. While the

sand is falling silently body

and mind muted with solidarity

spend these precious grains

of time feeding your soul.

I promise myself to not

get lost in the sound

of silence the soundless

steps through the

sands of time.

I promise the world we

won’t be muted forever.

The seconds will tick the

minutes will thud and the

hours will ring. The drop

will birth waves and

the sands will sing.