Heal Thyself

Sometimes life is like a contusion

Marks left behind by disillusion

And in the wake of this confusion

The heart shuns every intrusion

In the moments when we’re deluded

Good times seem to have concluded

Happiness has again eluded

We wonder why we’ve been excluded

Our place here remains undefined

Unaware are the hearts we’ve pined

To a solitary existence we’re confined

Is it they or I who is blind

Still there’s a light that shines eternal

A hope that is forever vernal

Navigating the tumult of the external

Requires mastering the internal

Forgive the wrongs that may be right

Let go of pain without a fight

Love and live with all your might

Open your heart to see the light

Blossoming

 

Layers of expectation bound tightly

Like a coiled spring

And only spring can release it

To reveal its full beauty

Once open, each delicate petal

Tells a story of its magnificence

And the allure of its fragrance

Is evidence of its enchantment

Though there are others that are similar

Its singularity is obvious to the discriminating eye

And wise is the reaper who notes

The thorns are merely nature’s guardian