When you come to the edge of all the light you have, and must take a step into the darkness of the unknown, believe that one of two things will happen, either there will be something solid for you to stand on or you will be taught how to fly.
Oft times I slip away
To my world of unending day.
A place of undying dreams --
Where the sun ever gleams.
Who could ever find me there?
The place I live without a care . . .
Here in my world of roses.
My only place in which to escape --
Such a world of chaos
Where all you gain is loss.
Here as I roam in the wilderness of roses --
My mind to reality closes.
Arms outstretched; reaching towards the sky,
All my worries and troubles die.
~Monique M.
~Proverbs 25:11
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in pictures of silver.
~Denise Levertov
A poetry articulating the dreads and horrors of our time is necessary in order to make readers understand what is happening, really understand it, not just know about it but feel it: and should be accompanied by a willingness on the part of those who write it to take additional action towards stopping the great miseries which they record.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary.
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
~Robert Penn Warren
The poem is a little myth of man's capacity of making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see --it is, rather, a light by which we may see -- and what we see is life.
I am happily married to a genuine sweet man who I cannot imagine life without. I am currently pregnant with our baby boy after suffering two miscarriages. Doing my best at navigating this life with my husband by my side. Forever fighting and thriving through the struggles and heartache this world brings.
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