The Strong One

I am the strong one.

The one who is always there for people. The one people lean on when they’re hurting, struggling, or need some kind of support. I genuinely know that this is my purpose.

Somehow, because of how my energy radiates, or because of the impact of my presence, I am always someone’s go-to; the one to vent to, the one to go to for advice, the one who has the answers.

The one that is expected to be strong in tough situations – even if that situation is tough for me, too. But because there’s one side of me always supporting others, I can’t necessarily support myself. Do you know what I mean? While the other half of me feels like collapsing, the strong side prioritizes outsiders before itself.

I focus so much on relieving the pain from others. I push my own pain, my own sadness, my own heartbreak down and suppress it, so that it doesn’t interfere with me helping someone else. I deal with it on my own, as I always have –

Because someone has to be the strong one… right?

Blossoming Daily

Clouds are forming,

Dark as night,

A rumble in the distance.


Two or three drops hit my cheeks

Feeling cold as ice.


A break well-needed.

These scorching days

Really take a toll.


Everything’s become so dry,

So brittle from the swelter.


It’s time for lush,

All to be abundant,

And everything overgrown.


The water floods their veins

As blood flows through ours.


It truly is a sight to see –

Everything coming to life.

An intimate moment between beings.


The way their leaves turn

And how they lift up – awakening.


They welcome the storm,

As should we

Within our daily lives.


It’s funny though,

We usually see a storm as inconvenient.


They embrace the storm with open arms,

As it makes them prosper

And eventually they bloom.


So who’s to say that

The storms we face are trivial worthless troubles?


These things get in our way to only help us rise

And raise us to our higher selves

So that we, too, can awaken.


So next time you’re facing hardships,

Remember one last thing.


You’re experiencing this for a reason,

Although it’s unclear right now.

You will look back on this with pride.


You are Blossoming Daily

And the storm is here to help you thrive.

Our Touch

What is it

To Touch a soul?

To feel a connection,

Something so bold?

 

Connection to one another,

Or connection to a thing.

Touch isn’t always physical,

Touch can make your soul sing.

 

Anyone can Touch another.

Could be a stranger or a friend,

Or even an object or a place,

Or things we may not comprehend.

 

That feeling when your inner self

Feels full of love and light –

You radiate a gorgeous glow,

And everything feels right.

 

Emotions truly run so deep

When experiencing life.

But what becomes of that graceful Touch,

When we’re experiencing strife?

 

Touch could be something

So graceful & sweet,

But on the other hand,

Can be so deceitful & weak. 

 

A Touch of love,

A Touch of hate,

No Touch at all,

Makes one insane. 

 

Some prefer to feel any way,

As long as it’s not lonely,

Sometimes things turn to gray

When all you want is someone to stay. 

 

One can Touch the lives of many,

Or many lives can Touch one being,

It all depends your way of seeing others,

And recognizing a true purpose of living. 

 

That’s why we must be conscious

Of how we interact

With every being in the world

So our universe can stay intact.

 

There’s so much more to life,

Than money, work, or school.

We must Touch each other mindfully

And use this as a tool

 

To see that we are in this together.

To embrace and uplift each other.

There’s nothing more important in this world,

Than to be united with one another.

*Featured in Clementine Magazine Issue 02: Touch

Late Afternoon

The sky is blue, the clouds are scarce
Late this afternoon.
The sun just started setting,
But I can kind of see the moon.

She’s almost full,
A waxing gibbous, floating in the sky.
Sometimes I never realize
That she’s really quite so high.

The weather’s warm,
With a nice cool breeze blowing here and there.
But when it blows, it truly blows,
And things fly everywhere.

There’s leaves, there’s branches, some bottles and bags
Rummaging across the ground.
The wind picks them up and twirls them in the air
Like they’re dancing all around.

Sometimes it can be frightening
When the wind picks up its speed.
The sound and power behind it –
It sounds like it’s be freed.

Imagine this;
As if the wind was almost like a beast,
And it was held and kept away,
And only knew defeat.

It’s been released
From some cold dark cave,
Howling through the sky
And it’s no longer afraid.

While I stare off in the distance
Shadows cast upon the ground,
The trees look like they’re waving
Without making a sound.

The birds and frogs are loud.
They’re chipping in the distance.
Then there comes a heavy gust
And its quiet in an instant.

A sense of peace accompanied by
Nature’s presence all around me.
I know I should never feel alone
Because I’m right where I should be.

Feeling nature brush my cheeks
With gusts that feel like kisses.
It’s hard to ever feel alone
In such a loving universe we live in.

Whispers

Do you ever think about what makes yourself whole?

Not material things, but something less in control:

your personality, your body, your brain, and your soul,

all beautiful and bright, with a brilliant glow –

but where does the other side of the soul go?

The yin to your yang, the dark to your light;

when your day’s going well, it brings in the night.

That voice in your subconscious, you know what I mean.

It’s been in your head lately, but not just in dreams.

Throughout the day it distracts you and catches you off guard;

like its flipped a switch and now you feel odd.

It does what it wants; it’s playful and weird.

It makes your head fuzzy; it makes things unclear.

Sometimes it’s frustrating and difficult to manage

when you feel yourself slipping to someone else’s advantage –

But what if you sat and talked with it a bit;

pick its brain, what makes it tick?

What triggers this voice, causing you to implode;

To feel like you’re suffocating, beginning to erode?

As if you have no control of how you behave,

Distorting this as being your brain’s slave.

You have no control, you have no say

in the things that make you feel this way.

However, if you take a step back and give it a listen,

your shadow self is talking to you, don’t make yourself distant.

It’s simpler than you think, to accept yourself as you are.

Pay attention to the whispers, the things that seem small;

the tone of someone’s voice that makes you feel nauseous,

something someone says that makes you feel cautious,

when you’re out and about and panic sets in,

for no reason at all, you feel dread from within.

These tiny hints from your deep subconscious

are trying to tell you something that isn’t just nonsense.

These reactions from you are not without reason.

They’re your brain trying to get you to simply listen.

When you take the time to observe the cause

of these triggers without seeing them as flaws,

you open new ways of handling yourself,

how to cope and befriend your mental health.

You must embrace the parts of you that struggle,

the parts that sometimes cause you to crumble.

Speak kindly to yourself and try to remember

your soul is listening, always and forever.

So before feeling guilty for reacting a certain way,

tell yourself you’re safe and everything’s okay.

It’s who you are, there’s no need to change

something that’s part of you in such a beautiful way.

What’s wrong with loving your shadow self;

things that define you, like mental health?

When you sit down and think it through,

mental illnesses are things that create you.

Your deep emotions, thought processes, and episodes

reveal your shadow self – it is exposed.

Channeling through your soul,

you can’t just let it go.

It is part of you – it is you, you see,

your shadow self is part of your true being.

So we must accept the anxiety, panic attacks, the mood swings,

the manic episodes, the depression, voices, and things.

Talk yourself through it, your shadow self listens,

Although it may feel like a difficult decision.

Talk to yourself, let yourself be

the one that you are naturally.

Love to you always,

MKB

Egyptian Cotton

Sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling her to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over, squeezing her eyes tight.

The sun is hitting her skin just right –

She’s glowing.

Her hair,

The color of fresh coffee,

Is messy, draped around her face.

Her arms wrapped in silk,

Egyptian cotton,

Gently hugging her body.

She mirrors a goddess –

Hypnos, The Tired Beauty.

A breeze rolls in through the open window –

Her toes curl as she wraps herself tighter in the golden sheets.

You kiss her forehead, gazing at the face of the woman you call yours.

So peaceful.

She feels like home.

When she’s beside you, she radiates love

Even in her sleep.

The sun is shining into the room through the sheer curtains

Telling you to rise & shine, but it’s not time.

She turns over and squeezes you tight.

“Few more minutes”, she whispers, “before we start our day”,

“But my day has already begun”, you say, “in the most beautiful way.”

Thoughts

Sometimes words pop into my head

Effortlessly and it begins to thread

And weave into something I wasn’t expecting.

Something like a poem or story I’m telling.

Then all of a sudden I’m super distracted

By the words flowing so smoothly. I feel I contracted

Some type of illness that lets my words flow,

My mind goes free and my pen just goes.

It’s funny sometimes because I notice

When I have things to do I tend to focus

On the ease of words and rhymes flowing.

Most of the time I don’t even know where this is going.

So I just let my pen in hand do the talking.

These thoughts don’t move fast, it feels like they’re walking

And taking their time picking my brain

Of the right words to say and to be able to explain

That when I allow my pen to keep moving,

I feel this energy, it’s something soothing.

Like I’m doing what I’m meant to do, which explains the ease.

It’s my superpower, it feels like I’m freed.

It’s amazing how things just work the way they do.

When you let go and you feel an energy fly through you.

Like a river my thoughts are put onto paper;

Free flowing, unstoppable, one with my nature.

It’s a beautiful feeling, I truly am blessed

To have the ability of not putting some thoughts to rest.

To the Universe

I want to thank the universe today

For all the blessings that have come my way.

Your help and guidance and love

Fills me with peace from above.

I know that I am special and I mean a lot to you.

I know this because of what I am able to do;

To make light of struggles and still be able to shine,

To feel the love and strength from the divine.

My energy and life is fueled by you.

To the universe, thank you for all that you do.

Images

Sometimes when I close my eyes

I recreate moments, wrinkles in time.

Images instilled in my mind.

And I still can’t find the words to describe

My love for you and the feeling that ensues,

That overwhelms my being

Reminding me how lucky I am to have you.

Your arms are like a fortress keeping me safe and sound

From anything that could harm me, even when you’re not around.

Your eyes an open door to comfort and tranquility,

Like nothing else matters but you looking right through me.

Seeing every struggle, every downfall, and anxiety;

Your humble self is always there to remind me

That I am my strength, my power, and my reality.

Even when I struggle, I know that you are proud of me

Overcoming and defeating anxiety

Telling myself “I am not these thoughts”, because that’s what you taught me.

Instilled in my mind is this person who loves me.

Every crevice, nook and cranny,

Every imperfection you see as flawless.

So that’s why images of you are always in my mind.

Your kindness, care, and love keep us always intertwined.

7 a.m.

It’s early morning in bed with you.

The morning sun shines through

Each little opening of the curtains.

We open our eyes, somehow at the same time.

It’s magical how we do that.

Now we’re sitting on the back porch drinking coffee with a blanket

Watching the sun rise as we hear the birds cry.

A casual conversation here and there,

But when we get quiet we seem to stare

Into the sunrise, the sky, and the flowers.

Already, we’ve been here for a couple hours.

Time flies when I’m alone with you.

So peaceful, blissful, something so true.

We get some food then we take a ride

In the car I love so much because it’s where we hide.

We escape to a fun, flirtatious state where

You drive fast and I laugh because

It feels like we’re flying.

We feel pure joy, like we’re just kids,

Like we’re sure this moment won’t be ending,

But it is.

Time for reality to come crawling back.

We hate this part.

We were hoping it would last

For hours and hours and hours on end.

You’re my light. You’re my love.

You’re my best friend.