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A Poem A Day #563: Expect the Unexpected
A Poem A Day #562: My Muses
‘The Wolf in Me’ by Mark Hastings – audio book: Chapter Eleven
A Poem A Day #561: Self-reflection
A Poem A Day #560: Transitional
My Poem “Within Me, Without You”
This is the first Father's Day that my Dad has not been with me and when I have not been with my Dad... this is the first Father's Day that I will be unable to hold my Dad's hand and give him a well-deserved hug... this is the first Father's Day that I won't get to look into my Dad’s blue eyes and see shining from them a light of enduring love... this is the first Father's Day that I will be unable to see my Dad's smile and celebrate how amazing a father he has always been - and that makes me extremely sad. Every day, more than anything, I wish that my Dad was still with us... this Father's Day, I feel gratitude as well as pain - because I know how lucky I was that my Dad was my Dad, but he has passed on to the world beyond and because he is no longer where he always was - by my side - there are times when I look around at the world and I feel deeply lost. My father will always be a force of nature to me - someone who all my life has influenced my thoughts and actions, and who will never stop inspiring me... my Dad continues to speak to me through my dreams, through his teachings, through what he gifted me, through the numerous talismans that he left behind that will forever tie him to me... this Father's Day, I feel as if I am walking in the dark - but with an ever-glowing light that all my life has tied me to what has always been constant and true... this Father's Day, as well as every day, I feel, more than words could ever say, that I can hear the voice of my Dad within me, guiding me; and to my Dad, on Father's Day, I want to say that I love you, I miss you, and that life will never again be the same without you.
A Poem A Day #558: Big Heart
A Poem A Day #557: Day of the Poet
My Poem “The Flash”
Whether it is my thoughts, my emotions, my feelings, or every part of my body - from my head to my toes - my mind is, and has always been, active and racing away with itself... since I was a child, I have always been fast on my feet, fast with my fingers, fast with my legs, fast with my arms - as if I had an internal lighting-bolt propelling me that never needed to be recharged... growing up, the natural spark within me energised me with this insatiable need for speed and to break through every one of the barriers that tried to stop me in my tracks... I have always had access to this invisible and yet tangible force capable of inspiring ideas as well as giving me all that I needed to exceed my limits and to reach for the stars... everybody who has ever known me would tell you that no matter what I am putting my heart, my mind, my body, and my soul into then I will not slow down, nor deviate, until I have achieved something that is beyond what I had intended... I have learned the hard way that sometimes you have to make the most of every moment, as if every experience was your last - and that is why, just like people, or like instances of time, now you see me, now you don't, I am here, there, everywhere, and then gone again in a flash!
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