art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
WORKERS OF PATHWAYS
I added the video because it is an important part of the visuals for this story. I am not apologizing for the video because I thought about just publishing the story but the video works for this story. My teacher friend in LA loves the videos and the visuals. I dedicate this to my teacher friend, Ms. Lidia, to my social worker therapist, Elizabeth, to my Nurse, Arapia, and to my caregiver, Rosa.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 months ago in Poets
When I Finally Let God Carry Me
There comes a point in life when a person becomes tired. Not the kind of tired that comes from a long day or a sleepless night, but the kind that settles deep in the bones. A tiredness of the soul. I reached that point slowly, step by step, without even noticing how heavy my heart had become. I thought I was moving toward the future I wanted, pushing through storms because I believed my way was the only way. I fought every wave. I resisted every turn. I tried to fix every problem alone.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Poets
train window
The scene is torn apart. What we see from the window is not the world, but flowing lines of light and shadow, ripped apart by frantic speed. Things that were close yesterday are today mere optical illusions fading behind us. The view changes, our senses change, and we realize that our only certainty lies in our determination to move forward. Therefore, we must learn not to cling to the beauty of the moment, for the beauty of the train lies entirely in the way speed overwhelms the eye's memory.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
Lessons from Stumbling
Life isn't a straight line, but a series of stumbles that reshape our paths. True success isn't measured by speed, but by our resilience after each fall. Hope lies in realizing that every wound is a new map added to our journey, illuminating the places where we might otherwise have lost our way. So, be grateful for every stumble; it didn't prevent you from reaching your goal, but rather forced you to see and discover a strength you never knew you possessed.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
The Shadow of Fear
Fear is not a monster that comes from the darkness, but our own shadow that walks with us in broad daylight. Courage lies not in killing it, but in walking beside it without it daring to touch us. What we perceive as a constraint is, in reality, a compass pointing us to the places we must go. Only those souls who have faced their own ghosts in solitude understand that humanity's greatest achievement is to transform the tremor of beginnings into fuel for reaching our destination.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets
