Becoming
You
Remove your
mask,
Remove your shield,
Leave no coat,
Of paint unpeeled.
Realize your
value,
Realize your worth,
Find the beauty,
In heaven and earth,
Open your soul,
Open your heart,
Treat every day,
As a new start.
Open your mind,
To love and to care,
And live YOUR life,
If you dare.
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Don't Judge....
Pray, don't find
fault with the man that limps
Or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load.
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt
Though hidden away from view.
Or the burden he bears placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble too.
Dont sneer at the man who's down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know.
You may be strong but still the blows
That was his if dealt to you
In the selfsame way, at the selfsame time
Might cause you to stagger too.
Dont be too harsh with the man that sins
Or pelt him with word or stone
Unless you are sure - yea, doubly sure -
That you have no sins of your own.
For you know, perhaps,
If the tempter's voice should whisper as soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray
It might cause you to falter too.
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Laugh At
Yourself
Laugh
at yourself and at life
Not in the
spirit of derision
or whining
self-pity,
but as a
remedy,
a miracle drug,
that will ease
your pain,
cure your
depression,
and help you to
put in perspective
that seemingly
terrible defeat and worry
with laughter at
your predicaments,
thus freeing your
mind to think clearly
toward the
solution that is certain to come.
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Maze
Of Mirrors
Which way do I go?
Everywhere I look I see behind me.
I long to move forward, but the reflections restrain me.
I'm stuck.
I scream, but the horror of the shriek chills my spine.
The echo spins in my ears.
I'm stuck.
I strike the mirror.
The glass remains unharmed, but my reflection begins to breed.
I'm stuck.
My only chance to break from th
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few will
walk
There is
a path
That
leads to my soul
That few
will walk and few will go
Not many
will ever search that deep
Most
walk by as in eternal sleep
Never
stopping to look inside
Or even
notice the walls which behind I hide
But deep
inside I'm like no other
On the
outside I'm just somebody's child,
sister,
wife, and mother
But if
you look close you will see
There is
so much more to get to know in me
For
there is a path that leads to my soul
That few
will walk and few will know . . .
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PEACE
KioneeH2oŠ
Take a moment to look inside,
Find all the pieces and parts you like to hide.
Search for the strength I know you possess,
The inner self that brings you happiness.
Take the time only for yourself,
Take the emotions off the shelf.
Use them all to bring you peace,
Allow all the good energies to release.
Maybe you needed a little scare,
To make you wonder if life is fair.
TO put into perspective the meaningful things
To make you aware what tomorrow can bring.
Don't worry so much about the past,
You have learned valuable lessons you can cast.
Upon today and tomorrow's that come your way,
Reach our and grasp each beautiful day!
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The Mask
When I look in the mirror
at the person I see,
sometimes I wonder
who is that looking at me?
She puts on a smile
before facing the day,
though her heart may feel heavy
she pushes her cares out of the way.
In her eyes there's a sparkle
on her brow not a frown,
and when she's ready to go
she's up, never down.
There's no sign of trouble
on the mask that she wears,
if I didn't know her
I'd think she hadn't a care.
But under the mask
there's lost dreams and some pain,
and a deep well of strength
that fills again and again.
Most never look deeper
than the mask that she wears,
what they see on the surface
is all that they care.
But oh what they're missing
by not lifting the mask,
the surface is never
the place one should bask.
The core of a person
is what you must know,
if you look deep inside
the real self will show.
The privilege of knowing
a person that deep,
is truly a treasure
filled with memories to keep.
Most people know heartache
and have a story to tell,
but they're wearing a mask
to cover their hell.
Adversity met
and risen above,
fills a person with depth
and teaches great love.
So don't take for granted
just what you see,
Look under the mask,
that's where the real person will be.
Jackie PA@aol.com
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Deep
Inside
Please don't
judge me by my face
By my friends or what you hear.
Please don't laugh at what I wear
Or how I look or do my hair.
Please look deep inside of me.
And although you may not see it
I have a lot to hide.
Behind my clothes, the secrets lie
Behind my smile, I softly cry.
Please look deep inside,
And maybe you will find
The lonely girl that lives in me.
Please listen carefully to her
She'll show that she is insecure.
Please try to be a friend to her
And maybe you will see,
That if you just look deep enough
You'll find the real me.
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Sometimes
I Wonder
Sometimes I wonder why people do what they do
When a stab in the back from your very best friend
is nothing new
Sometimes I wonder how they can be so unjust
When your secrets aren't safe if you tell but one soul
there's no one to trust
Sometimes I wonder how they can believe all they do
When a mere whispered word can rip your life apart
and they'll laugh, too
Sometimes I wonder
but then
I realize,
that I do it too
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I
Am
I am not a puzzle that eventually fits together perfectly
Nor a fragile egg, easily shattered and delicate
Nor a balloon filled with hot air, ready to burst.
I am an intelligent cat, observing, listening, and watching the world go by.
I am not always an abstract painting of confusion and chaos
Nor a bright and cheery spring day
Nor a smile or note of laughter that rings through a school hallway.
I am a tear, a suspended raindrop on a window, a lost and lonely wolf.
I wish I could always be a smile rather than a tear.
But... I have to be me.
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CHOICES
All
through life
Every day
We're faced
with choices
Which pave our
way
An ongoing
battle
In our mind
A resolution
We hope to find
What to do
What to say
Stay and plead
Or walk away
Don't voice
your opinion
So as not to be
loud
Or stand up for
yourself
And face the
crowd
Who are we
really?
We need to know
Whatever weare
We should try
to show
When making a
decision
Never forget
Your own
standards
Must always be
met
What you decide
Tells about you
So does every
word you say
And everything
you do
Don't give a
wrong impression
Try to look
your best
Don't mess up
When it comes
to the test
Don't be afraid
Don't take too
long
To finally
admit
YOur choice was
wrong
-Chaya Kaufman
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Believe
Be
Strong.
Know yourself.
Believe in yourself.
Know your goodness.
Know your value.
Know your strengths,
and build with them.
Know your weaknesses,
and work on them.
Know your friends,
and lean on them.
Find that certain spot within yourself
where peace calmly ripples around
those rough edges.....and go there when you need to.
Believe in yourself,
and let no one change that.
If you need to change anything....
you can only change yourself.
You can't change how people treat you.
You can change how you let it affect you.
Don't give others the power
to make you happy or sad.
Empower yourself.
Because you believe in yourself.
Don't ever give up on you.
Believe in your heart that you truly
deserve all of the sweet, special things
that life has to offer.
Then go out and find them.
Believe in you......I do.
by Cathie Z.
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