Make it Your Goal

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If out of nowhere you smell chicken soup

do you conjure up the memory of someone trying to make you feel better?

If you lay on the grass,

do you see your childhood friends beside you, giggling as a puppy licks your toes?

If you hear the coo of the mourning dove

are you transported back into the bed at your grandparent’s house laying peacefully under the quilted covers?

When you see a child squeal with happiness

are you remembering unwrapping your stuffed purple and pink cow that special Christmas Eve?

 

Memories are precious

Our goal is to have many more good ones than bad.

via Conjure

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To Ask for Help

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The inside of your mind is torn

you ache for someone’s guidance

yet thrusted hand keeps them away

retained, a thunderous silence

 

Problems stem from holding back

and keeping troubles bound

The tigers growl, the gators snap

the lions, they surround

 

Isn’t is a comfort, though

to feel a warming hand

rest softly on your shoulder, stilled,

a yearn without demand?

 

To ask for help, there’s nothing wrong

seek others for direction

in grief or pain or lover’s quarrel

or self-imposed rejection

 

Why hold fast those troubled woes?

Let others help unleash

the honks of monsters, a demons fear,

a sorrow, then released

 

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