On The InsideIn the Mirror.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? | Not only for a second or two | Have you looked with great focus | Into the purest, most whole part of you?
On The InsideThe Snow Globe.
What if defying the narrative I once believed is the ticket to the life and the possibilities that I have always imagined?
On The InsideThe Avenues.
What if she shifted her perspective? What if her vantage point were to change? What if the lessons she had learned were pivoted in her brain?
On The InsideIn the Mirror.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? | Not only for a second or two | Have you looked with great focus | Into the purest, most whole part of you?
On The InsideThe Snow Globe.
What if defying the narrative I once believed is the ticket to the life and the possibilities that I have always imagined?
On The InsideThe Avenues.
What if she shifted her perspective? What if her vantage point were to change? What if the lessons she had learned were pivoted in her brain?
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A drop on the nose
Dew forms on the cheek
A heaviness surrounds
As I walk alongside the street.
Inhale; moisture
Dense; thick
The environment is blurry
Not clear.
Not easy to depict.
Once up in the sky
Today they are low
The clouds are upon me
As I walk.
As I go.
Have you ever experienced a moment
A situation in time
Where in one place it is rainy
And nearby it is dry?
Perhaps you were in your car
Continuing on your way
For some time it was chaotic
The wipers working away.
Then moments later
In an instant in time
The weather was calm
No raindrops to find.
As if there were a divider in the sky
Start here, end there
A perfect line on the sidewalk
Showing the contrast; the divide.
It is interesting to me
When I encounter those changes
In the weather's degree
How it seems odd that here it could be pouring
Yet a few minutes away
There is not a drop on the street.
I ponder how that can mimic life
The journey of our days
How we go through chapters and experiences
That flow together
As we continue on our way.
How some portions feel heavy
Some feel encompassed with bliss
Some feel overwhelming
Some feel important
As we learn
As we live.
The weather is external
We can see it or feel
We can describe the situation
Understand how to navigate
So that safety and security
Are experienced and real.
When the fog is heavy
We turn on our fog lights
We have an awareness of the decreased visibility in our sight.
When it is hot outside
We find a fan
Or have a drink with some ice.
If it is cold or snowy
The heaters are switched on
We grab a blanket and a coat
Try to warm our bodies as we move along.
When I think about those chapters
Those experiences of life
That flow together,
Though they contrast,
Sometimes understanding is difficult to find.
How could a season of sadness
Be followed with joy or light?
How would an experience of chaos
Ever be partnered with feelings of delight?
Is it easy to understand
To describe and depict
The season or experience we are in
As we navigate what it entails
Or how, through it, we continue to live?
An instruction manual
For how to navigate
For what to say
For how to feel
Is unavailable along the way
No matter how much we wish it were there.
Like the weather we can see
Its nature we can feel;
Sometimes there is light
Sometimes there is bliss
Sometimes it is dreary
Sometimes we are stuck in the mist.
A drop on the nose
Dew forms on the cheek
Can we hold to the knowing that this is temporary
That, one day, newfound light will exist?
A drop on the nose
Dew forms on the cheek
A heaviness surrounds
As I walk alongside the street.
Inhale; moisture
Dense; thick
The environment is blurry
Not clear.
Not easy to depict.
Once up in the sky
Today they are low
The clouds are upon me
As I walk.
As I go.
Have you ever experienced a moment
A situation in time
Where in one place it is rainy
And nearby it is dry?
Perhaps you were in your car
Continuing on your way
For some time it was chaotic
The wipers working away.
Then moments later
In an instant in time
The weather was calm
No raindrops to find.
As if there were a divider in the sky
Start here, end there
A perfect line on the sidewalk
Showing the contrast; the divide.
It is interesting to me
When I encounter those changes
In the weather's degree
How it seems odd that here it could be pouring
Yet a few minutes away
There is not a drop on the street.
I ponder how that can mimic life
The journey of our days
How we go through chapters and experiences
That flow together
As we continue on our way.
How some portions feel heavy
Some feel encompassed with bliss
Some feel overwhelming
Some feel important
As we learn
As we live.
The weather is external
We can see it or feel
We can describe the situation
Understand how to navigate
So that safety and security
Are experienced and real.
When the fog is heavy
We turn on our fog lights
We have an awareness of the decreased visibility in our sight.
When it is hot outside
We find a fan
Or have a drink with some ice.
If it is cold or snowy
The heaters are switched on
We grab a blanket and a coat
Try to warm our bodies as we move along.
When I think about those chapters
Those experiences of life
That flow together,
Though they contrast,
Sometimes understanding is difficult to find.
How could a season of sadness
Be followed with joy or light?
How would an experience of chaos
Ever be partnered with feelings of delight?
Is it easy to understand
To describe and depict
The season or experience we are in
As we navigate what it entails
Or how, through it, we continue to live?
An instruction manual
For how to navigate
For what to say
For how to feel
Is unavailable along the way
No matter how much we wish it were there.
Like the weather we can see
Its nature we can feel;
Sometimes there is light
Sometimes there is bliss
Sometimes it is dreary
Sometimes we are stuck in the mist.
A drop on the nose
Dew forms on the cheek
Can we hold to the knowing that this is temporary
That, one day, newfound light will exist?
Melanie Jane
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