My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book). Keep posted for my upcoming book launch event in the near future.
When life is put on pause, You really have the time to reflect upon your life’s cause. When it feels like your body is failing you, You get to reflect on your life’s “true”. Whether it’s a passing fight, or a slight strife, Who says you can’t dance through life, While still fighting the strife? So, for whatever reason your life is on pause, Whether its sickness or at perfect health but questioning the cause, Here are some words for your “was”. . All your dreams by night, They just might, Show you a sight. A sight of the life you love now or the life you want, The life you miss, or you don’t. Let your dream by night guide you towards the real fight, The fight for yourself where you find light. Your life is just as bright, As pure daylight. However, you are the one at the steering wheel, if you want the life you love, you must be ready to work a great deal! . Sure, for whatever reason a pause might not feel so right, But maybe its just preparing you for that crossroad of a fight? After all, you might see just how bright of a life you had during the fight or strife, When you are finding your star to shine the brightest during those darkest times of your life. . Reflect upon whom you are, who you were and whom you’re not, Find your life cause by opening up the knot. Be true to who you are, For we both know, deep down we are all a star.
During the time I’ve been sick, and I still am, the hardest part has been “the accepting it all”; putting my life on pause. Despite the fact it might not have been the longest time (at least compared to a lifetime where you need your health), it certainly feels like it. Humans are emotional beings, so where logic might tell us differently, emotions often override us – another huge topic my brain has wrapped itself around while laying way too much in bed for my wandering heart.
On the brighter side, I have truly had the time to reflect on life – both awake and asleep during day and night. Though I believe dreams are only dreams by night, they still take up what our brain is capturing by light – so whatever you dream by night, reflects your life by daylight. Thus, I feel and know at a deeper level just how much; I love my workouts and what my walks means to me, my passions and fulfillment with my work and all my projects, and how dearly I love my family and friends – just how much I love the life I have created for myself, while also seeing the depth of the relations I have to people in my life – family, friends, and colleagues. Maybe it’s truly so that during the darkest of times, is when you really see the stars in your life.
My body needs some (a lot of) rest and hopefully my doctors find out the reason why soon enough, in the meantime I’m trying my best to take care of me by giving my body the sleep and nutrition it needs – while also letting myself do small tasks giving me joy like a few poems when I finally have found the words, having a friend over for a short time, and staying a little up to date on other things. Anyway, above is another poem I just wrote around reflecting on ones life’s purpose, passions and truth. Maybe it will be a part of my second book one day – who knows… For now I hope it may be a poem to guide you, or wake something underneath – cause underneath it all, who are you at your core?
/Love & Light, CG
My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book). Keep posted for the book launch event in, hopefully, the near future.
Currently, I’m quite ill, which is why I canceled the book launch event until further notice and have been quieter in SoMe… Through a lot of doctors’ appointments checking me head to toe, I’ve been keeping my spirit and hopes up by ridiculous jokes – maybe you have followed on Instagram and you know, – a little on the dark side, but at least they’re funny (or I like to think so). In any case, we are working towards finding out whatever it is, but to my frustration, but also a blessing of quiet, words of poetry have been far away and my mind (disturbingly?) quiet – probably because the only things I do is pretty much sleeping way too much, doctors appointment and eating – then repeating. However, I’ve honestly also gone through a lot of emotions and when I had a day of a tiny bit more energy, the words came pouring out again.
Please read the poem and words with an open mind and do not take it so heavily to heart – my words helped me get out my emotions of being scared, feelings of helplessness, anger, and sadness, but I’m not dying and I’ll get back on my feet soon enough; however, it’s written from a very emotional perspective… Contrary, maybe someone else out there is experiencing something similar, or far worse (though I severely hope not) – someone unique who now may have a few words for their situation, emotions, experience, perspective, or however one would like to phrase it of trying to capture a part of life.
I hope my poem, and poems, may guide you, or wake something underneath – cause underneath it all, who are you at your core?
Fuck Life Sometimes
Fuck life sometimes, All these fucking climbs. Fuck the upper there, God, Allah, Universe, or whatnot, Their lessons and their plot. Fuck the journey when the destination blurs out, No light at the end of the tunnel in sight, Just yet another fight. How many fights before some light? Thank you for the lessons and hell, Sure, made me strong with stories to tell. Contrary, I’m far too close to the ring of the church bells, My life feels like a jail cell. . No work, No workout, No walk, Almost no talk, Nor friends and fun, Projects on pause and life too, Yeah, this girl barely put on shoes. Bed rest with food, sleep, and repeat, Add in a range of doctors to find, Whatever is going on but digging deep in their mind. A special case of some, They’re not dumb, But finding the cause is far from close, Yeah, who the fuck knows? . So here I am, in bed to sleep and sleep some more, It’s such a bore. Dreams of the life I had and of what I want, It’s like life is all “a dream within a dream”, But what happens when the sand runs out, Yet another time I doubt. . High hopes for a living, Please be a little more forgiving. Hopes for the morning, sunshine, and light, But life is so far from bright. . Yet I climb, yet another time, And I rhyme, But it feels like my life is running out of time…
/Love & Light, CG
My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book). Keep posted for the book launch event in, hopefully, the near future.
My debut book “A Poetry Collection of The Broken and The Divine” is out for sale on Amazon (paperback and e-book). The book launch is postponed – more info here.
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