Fairy Tale

Construo silenciosamente este muro invisível que me defende. Retorno ao velho hábito de viver por dentro todos os sonhos e temores, teço os dias com esmero e repito mentalmente as histórias intermináveis. Não preciso de gente, sabes? Habituei-me há muito a viver comigo neste castelo onde habitam sonhos, memórias, dores, esperanças, mágoas, pecados e amores. Nunca estou sozinha dentro de mim, nem temo a solidão. Não me assusta o limbo nem temo a derrota. Cá dentro, onde vivo quando o mundo se torna demasiado, sou cavaleiro andante e princesa, sou o princípio e o fim da minha história.

Memórias

Não houve sinos no topo da igreja, nem vestido branco, ou o braço do pai e o olhar deslumbrado dos amigos. Não houve lua-de-mel, aliança ou bouquet. Não se leram votos ou se brindou. Nesse tempo de antes cresceu, e fez-se mulher. Ficaram-lhe as mágoas, a vida que restou, a imutabilidade do “estou habituado”, os filhos, a decoração, a casa que não é lar e a memória. Não houve despedida de solteiro, nem o abraço do pai nem fato de gala. Não escolheu a aliança nem o amor. Nesse tempo de antes,  construiu o mundo de raiz e fez-se homem. Para outra mulher.

I Hope he Loves you like This.

I hope he calls you in the morning
after a night of sleeping in a big, empty bed
Just to say good morning
Just to hear your voice
as it is the only wake up call
he needs.

I hope he cooks you breakfast
Knowing how you like your eggs
how you take your coffee
how little or how much you wish to speak.
I hope he cooks you dinner, too
For no reason at all.

I hope he holds your hand proudly
as you walk through a room
of people you don’t know.

I hope he builds you up
until you are standing on a pedestal
of your own creation.

I hope he encourages you to make art
take risks
travel the world
be alone—
always knowing that you’ll be back
home in his warm embrace
as long as his heart is open.

I hope he wears his heart on his sleeve
and is not shy
to adorn yours
as well.

I hope he is the kind of person
who, when presented with the ocean,
will not shy away
from diving in
to ride the waves.

I hope he is all of himself
unafraid to own
his stories
no matter how dark they may seem.

I hope he can see that all of you
is in the stars
poking through
the dark sky
of your past.

I hope he is not scared
by your ability to choose growth
your ability to not be held hostage
by the person you were yesterday
last week
last year.

I hope his attention span
is as long as every word
that exits your mouth
your heart.
I hope that he hears your truth
and meets it with gratitude
for your vulnerability.

I hope he loves you
in a way you didn’t know love existed.
For you have only seen love
in other places
with shaky ground that fell
beneath your hopeful feet.

This is who I hope
for you—
Because you are worthy
of being loved
by a heart so bright
the sun blushes
in admiration.

~

Author: Annabelle Blythe

She let go.

She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.

She let go of the fear.

She let go of the judgments.

She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.

She let go of the committee of indecision within her.

She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.

Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.

She didn’t ask anyone for advice.

She didn’t read a book on how to let go.

She didn’t search the scriptures.

She just let go.

She let go of all of the memories that held her back.

She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.

She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.

She didn’t promise to let go.

She didn’t journal about it.

She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.

She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.

She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.

She just let go.

She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.

She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.

She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.

She didn’t call the prayer line.

She didn’t utter one word.

She just let go.

No one was around when it happened.

There was no applause or congratulations.

No one thanked her or praised her.

No one noticed a thing.

Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.

There was no effort.

There was no struggle.

It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.

It was what it was, and it is just that.

In the space of letting go, she let it all be.

A small smile came over her face.

A light breeze blew through her. And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

(Safire Rose)