Oh, be generous love; Come find me. My feet are sore and my heart is tired from looking for you, you see. I feel worn, weak, and weary. Most of all confused. Generous lover I don’t want to feel used. I feel like I am empty, just running on fumes. I know generosity does not last. I have learned this and many other lessons from a lonely past. Just this once, just for me, can you pretend to be searching for me? You want to hold me tight, so I feel secure. Like I am not alone in all that I have to endure. You are with me by my side. Giving and never hiding. You are a generous lover, and I will believe in your generosity just as I have believed the generously loving lie.
About the Creator
Nichole Helm
I love making new experiences and sharing them with others. Seeing the beauty in things has taught me a great deal about life and what is important to me. It is the only one I get to have. I have been in pursuit of happiness. Join me.
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If the Universe is listening.......
I wish my love would leave/ Why did my love go? Are you as confused as my mind with all this jumbling around? You are so powerful, so immense, and limitless. I think of the sky. Silent all around me, trying to keep every desire I speak in mind, sorting through the confused thinking I go through. The depression and mood swings, the mess that is my mind. Which of all these requests will I learn what I still don’t know? You know, from my heart and my constantly changing thoughts. Questioning what I dreamt of the day before. Is this what is best, or should I aim for more? Never quite satisfied. I am battling myself in this war. I can see this is a task for you from me. From deep down, I am sending a sincere apology. I will forgive myself and apply a different strategy: a little less confusion, how is a minor catastrophe. Let’s take a deep breath and slow down. Be present at the moment where a simple thought may be found. Maybe wait until dark to gaze at the stars and the sparkling dust that makes us. Searching for the dust of the star I came from, not all those I see. Try to ignore the shiny ones. The ones I’m always trying to be. The whole world has quieted. It has all gone still, letting me search my own heart for how I feel. Peace goes through me; I feel it enter as I breathe. Acceptance is what I long for. To stop being everything everyone wants me to be. As the Universe listens so intently and it’s asking what it is that I need. I reply at barely a whisper, “I am looking to find myself, I just dream to know me.”
By Nichole Helm4 years ago in Poets
YOUR LIFE!!!!
PLEASE STOP TAKING YOUR LIFE! It will change as you grow and YOU WILL CHANGE what you know We NEVER stay the same. we are ALWAYS changing and liberating, and learning, and discerning, who WE CHOOSE to take up our space. YOU decide who's showing you grace. YOU decide whose love is true and whether their connection is elevating YOU. DO NOT SETTLE no matter what you were told. DON'T let self-doubt make your mind unfold. YOU HAVE THE POWER to heal and BE BOLD. STAND UP FOR YOURSELF and SPEAK YOUR TRUTH. Follow YOUR OWN PATH and BE YOUR OWN PROOF, that life is worth living NO MATTER HOW HARD, so give it all you got and let down your guard. I know the mental tries hard to take over but know that YOU HAVE MEANING and every day you get a do-over. And when you feel in that dark place, just be still and HOLD THAT SPACE. It's okay to not be okay, but that doesn't mean you should go away. That doesn't mean you should give up, RIDE IT OUT and see what's up. LIFE IS A JOURNEY, each stage is a gift, KEEP MOVING FORWARD thru all the rifts. SHINE YOUR OWN LIGHT and
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