There is no one around.
You’re all alone,
There is no audience to see your beauty and light.
I keep dancing in the wind.
I’m weeping into the wind,
I feel invisible; sometimes.
But, I know someone is watching beyond the wind, I feel it.
I keep dancing.
Why should I keep dancing?
I am beautiful and worth it.
I sway to the beat of my own; drumbeat.
I choose not to wither and die.
I keep living.
I am the wind. The wind is me.
I know God is watching me, and he delights in me.
My one audience.
He is the only one to please.
He adores my beauty,
My fragrance radiates the air,
So I dance happily, joyful, gleefully, in the wind, to the one who created me.
I’m fully loved.
There is a little girl who is climbing a mountain.
She keeps climbing.
It is high. It is dangerous. It is tiring. It’s impossible. She still is going.
There is a man behind her telling to get down. To turn around, go back. He is telling her to stop.
She does not look back.
She doesn’t slow down.
She does not back down.
She keeps on moving forward.
You would think she is crazy Maybe, she is deaf. This girl is stupid. Voices, voices.
She doesn’t stop until she reaches the top. She goes until she arrives.
She looks around. She breathes a sigh of relief. She shouts her victory cry. She admires the view.
There is something great ahead of her. She scans the area. She knows.
She finally let’s go of everything weighing her down. She brings everything to the king. She brings all her worries, doubts, and fears.
In return, she receives peace.
There is water below her. She smiles.
She dives down. Finally, she can fly. She soars. She is Free.
Angry Asian Woman
Have you ever seen a person walk into the room, kill the mood, The room suddenly turned cold, icy cold?
The dynamic in the room changed. Everybody stopped having fun.
Nobody breathes. The room just died.
She is the woman in the red dress with the blood-stained venom lips ready to devour her enemies, no mercy for the weak.
One look and she will slit your throat Game of Thrones style, She has, no heart a walking skeleton meant to torture souls.
She is Cruella de Vil in human form; she wears the coats of her victims proudly.
She is the king. She has no feelings. She thinks she owns the world, and we should bow to her feet. As long as she gets what she wants, she throws you away with the other peasants.
Her passive-aggressive ways are toxic. Her words are like daggers. She makes you feel stupid. Her angry drove everybody away. She makes everybody lives miserable.
Cruel, Cruel, Cruella de Vil. Watch out, the monster kills!
In Some Ways
In some ways, I’m still a child.
I crave attention.
I need love.
Tell me you love me.
In some ways, I’m an adult.
I continually mess up.
I can’t get it together.
Tell me you still; want me.
I want to curl up in a ball, immediately shut down.
I tell myself it’s okay.
It’s okay to
I feel at peace afterward.
Even if I don’t feel whole, I know who I am.
Tomorrow is another day!
I know who holds tomorrow.
He loves me for who I am.
And then I feel better, I can go on. It’s okay!
Spring Cleaning, Life Cleaning
Clothing and people can be the same. People are like clothes sometimes.
There comes the time when you need to clean up, throw away.
You have outgrown the clothing, now ill-fitted.
It does not look good anymore.
It’s time to let it go!
You have to revaluate and reorganize. It is time to change and rethink my clothing options, and there will be some I need to giveaway. I will donate clothing that doesn’t bring me joy in my life.
You are now in a different season,
spring cleaning, life cleaning.
I don’t know about you,
I have a harder time throwing away clothes then people.
There will be people who will compliment your outfit even if you look terrible. Throw those toxic clothes and people in the trash.
If your clothes are loud and immature and it’s a distraction, it’s time to bid farewell. It’s time to be taken seriously. God wants you to be your best version. Wisdom comes with great responsibility. Surround yourself with good people that tell you the truth and want the best for you.
As I get older, I realize trends come and go, but what looks good on your body and your body type is important.
Also, clothes have an expiration date.
It’s time to clean out our closets, donate to your favorite local organizations, or bless someone at your church.
If you can’t throw away your old wardrobe, how can you get a new one!