YOU ARE THE REASON
Claire Keane
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Fighting the Fatigue
Sleep slowly enveloped her, With one warm, inviting wave after another... Suddenly her head falls. She is clearly succumbing! But, in a moment, her head jerks up... She must keep plodding on, Awake, alert and strong Fighting this constant battle With coffee and sheer willpower Until night returns again. -Claremarie
Dancing With the Stars
Out in a grassy field, Encompassed by star-studded darkness, Our silent observer suddenly hears The iresistable lilting beat Of an unknown melody. Our observer knows not Of its name or its origin, But, as he gazes at the stars Overhead, Eagerly drinking in the beauty Of both sight and sound, All of a sudden, the stars Begin to spin and dance Just over his head All in perfect time To the mesmerizing beat. However, the starry sky Dances not of its own accord, Rather, it is our observer who dances, With his gaze fixed heaven-ward Overcome by the irresistable beat Of an unknown melody In a field all alone With only the stars and song for company. The music and celestial space Will forever remain a mystery to him. The only thing that matters Is that he danced with the stars. -Claremarie
Who Can Love
Not everyone is capable of loving. Only those who lose More than they gain And only those who have felt Joy, Pain, Hope, Loss, The most keenly But continue caring about others Before thinking of themselves... These are the people Who are capable of truly loving. -Claremarie
A Purpose in the Pointless
An endless road stretched before her Without a beginning or an end; She kept right on going There was no point in stopping. The road would stretch on and on With or without her walking So she might as well go on And see where it would take her For, even if it brought her nowhere, The trip would make her stronger. -Claremarie
I don’t hold grudges, you just become irrelevant.
(via deeplifequotes)
The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.
Thomas Merton (via twloha)
Simple Things
There is a simple saying: Happiness can't be bought. While it's true That no amount of money Can guarantee total bliss, It can buy peanut butter, Netflix, A ride on a ferris wheel. While money cannot buy The time of one you love, It can buy the bus ticket That enables you to visit. No amount of wealth Is worth The smell of pine trees, The taste of coffee, The warmth of a loved one's hand, Or the quiet stillness of church. Money is not a necessity, Nor a guarantee But merely provides the possibility For the experience Not of power, gold or fame But the simple things Like caramel sauce, A pretty flower, Or a deep conversation, The little details That make life Even more worth living. -Claremarie
This is Why
She heard your voice For the first time in a month It made her remember What she wanted to forget: Your conversation Your laughter Your friendship Your time spent with her. And, for a moment, it made her forget What she must always remember: Your mockery Your inconsistency Your indecency Your lies. You pushed her. You pulled her. You wanted what you couldn't have. And when she'd had enough of the pushing, the pulling, the fluctuating demands, She tried to rescue her heart Without leaving a hole in yours. Turns out that she couldn't even leave a dent Because you could never take her seriously. You accused her of weakness; You put all the blame on her Because she was always willing to apologize And admit that she was wrong. You were used to her understanding; Therefore, you could do no wrong. Well, sir, she has news for you! You were so, so wrong! You did what you wanted with her And left her all alone. Then you tried to take her back Because you could do no wrong! But she saved herself from you. She took back her aching heart. She no longer listened to your excuses Because she knew that she deserved more. More than your mockery, Your inconsistency, Your indecency, Your lies. She quit letting you get to her. She may not have been right In everything she did. But, sir, she has news for you! You were so, so wrong! Now she is flying solo, Safe, successful and far away from you. She dealt with all the anger. She was left with all the pain. And this is why she hated Hearing your voice again. -Claremarie
The Realist
She neither walks in seventh heaven, Nor wallows in the depths of despair. Her decisions are based more on reason, Less on emotion. She carefully weighs every option Never just following sheer impulse. She sees everything for what it is Not trying to sugar-coat Or find reasons to croak, Working to understand the situation of every folk. She acknowledges what is good, And accepts the existence of bad, Looking for ways to change what can change, While being aware that some things cannot. She is not an optimist, For nothing on this earth provides total happiness; She is not a pessimist; For nothing here is unadulterated sadness. She is a realist, Seeing the world for what it is.
-Claremarie
Never Enough
Why is she never good enough, Smart enough, Beautiful enough, Kind enough? There is always more effort to exert, Time to give, Lessons to learn. Is this why she feels that she is never good enough? Perhaps… But this is small consolation to the girl Crying alone in a dark corner, Weary with trying, Ignoring the assurances of one, The critiques of another, Because she knows that nothing Really makes a difference. For, unless she, somehow, makes it to Paradise, She will never be good enough.
-Claremarie
Center of Gravity
My Faith is my center of gravity. Without it, I am lost, Without it, I am an aimless wanderer, Spinning out of control. But what is my Faith? My faith is in You, O Lord! You are my center of gravity. -Claremarie
Thoughts
You are just a dream to me. You may already exist in my reality Unknowingly. But as far as my mind knows You are still a dream to me.
-Claremarie
Strong in its Fragility
The heart is like a still pool of water, Clearly reflecting whatever comes near it. But the heart is a fragile thing, Delicate And sensitive to every touch, Just like the pool of water When a pebble, A leaf, Or even a human finger Gently touches it. Every touch affects the heart, Causing some sensation, Either of gladness or pain. Similarly, every object that touches the pool, No matter how gently, How softly, Distorts the reflection in the water By creating ripples. This ripple effect will move the pool For a length of time Spreading, Changing, Moving the surface. However, in the end, The ripples will fade And the pool will return to It's perfect reflection Of what is near it. The heart too, affected by the slightest touch of emotion Either rough or gentle, Will always recover from this touch No matter how powerful the impact was. And the heart will continue to reflect The joy, The sorrow, The character Of what surrounds it. Therein lies its true strength; Not the ability to remain unaffected By outside emotional forces But its ability to always return to peaceful stillness, Its natural resilience. -Claremarie
