Micropoem: I’ve come to understand all the pieces of me, how each singular piece has to fit, and how I align the edges of my reality.
Anyone can walk to a empty beach like in the video above, void of people, voices, barking dogs… yet, to the ones that do, their perception holds a different perspective, a special essence.
For me, I could be the woman wanting to capture a perfect sunset, me with not a care in the world, nor wondering if anyone misses me or what they think of me… me, the free spirit like the bird that soars off into the horizon.
Me, the waves crashing onto a shoreline that silently whispers… come rest awhile, answer top the crest of each wave…
Like, I have written so many times of healing, and how each lesson, heartbreak, loss are the pieces fitting together so I could stand right here knowing that I feel differently and more sure of what tomorrow brings than what I did a year ago.
—Linda J Wolff
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Micropoem: The length of time the fog lingers could determine one’s state of mind.
The length of time in which the fog lingers could determine ones state of mind.
I see the depth of mist in their minds.
I’ve felt that weight. Either the longevity or the quick shift from the frigid cold depths of despair to the way sunlight trickles into places inside the soul. Spreads a warmth and light not ever felt before
like tears trickling from a waterfall of recognition and self-reflection.
God, you know how many times I have fallen.
You know how many times I’ve had to retrace my steps… to learn again, to walk that path far away from the distractions.
In reality, the fog only stays temporarily, as soon as the sun rises it’s warmth saturates inside the moisture, an effect— dissipate and clarity lies on a horizon of a different landscape.
I’ve come to recognize the word transition. How I can shift thoughts and emotions quickly. What a beautiful adaptation!
The thought, the timing… temporary effect. Me learning, adapting to this new change— peaceful.
Linda J Wolff | Author | Influencing Personal Coach
I watched as they walked by, looking into the distractions…
Looking into the deep depth of their smartphones. A flower box in front of a restaurant filled with a colorful collection of sunshine. Yet, no turning of heads, no eyebrows raised, nothing.
But, I, too was invisible at times. I, an invisible bloom, no matter how much radiance and color I could exude, they did not see it.
Yet, I was okay with it, cause I had found something in myself they couldn’t see, the brilliance of the power within me.
Those blooms too, existed. They didn’t beg for their attention.
Those blooms like myself saw more, more than a rectangle box to lose a soul into, I felt sad for them. Sad, that there’s a world with so much vibration and life, breathing, a heartbeat outside of their pores.
Have they become numb, diffused by all the distractions?