Cybil's Scribbles

Love’s Limit

A heart is whole
only with two sides,
just as love
needs two parts -

One to love,
another to be loved…
only then
is love complete

I can love the air,
I can love the sun,
I can love the moon,
and the stars.

I can love you,
I can love me,
I can love everyone
and everything.

For while love and hearts
each need two parts,
love is not limited to two;
love’s limit is determined by you.

Poems | admin | May 5, 2012 4:10 pm | Comments (0)

Patience

Poems | admin | May 2, 2012 9:52 pm | Comments (0)

Waves

Waves
cresting & crashing,
their rhythm powerful
but not overpowering.

Flowing
in and out,
up and down,
dancing before my eyes.

Inviting
me in,
I dive and swim,
surrounded by nature’s force.

Rising up,
I can see further
and gain new perspective.

Sinking down,
I am surrounded
feeling lost
and out of control.

Cresting again,
I feel the rhythm,
the flow,
inviting me
to join the wave
in one fluid motion.

I accept
and allow
the waves to toss
me about,
feeling their strength
and power
yet at the same time
experiencing
the gentleness
of water
caressing every
curve of my body.

Water is life,
waves are life;
powerful, yet gentle,
up and then down,
always moving,
always changing,
always needed,
always there.

Poems | admin | May 1, 2012 7:44 am | Comments (0)

I am a Tree

I am a tree,
my roots go deep,
my arms spread wide,
my leaves dance in the breeze.

I am strong,
strong as a tree trunk,
growing where I’m planted,
yet continually branching out.

I am shelter & shade;
it is my nature
to serve,
to protect,
to provide for.

I am changing;
just as leaves fall,
I, too, collapse
and succumb to
my environment.

I am bare.
When nothing is left
but a trunk and some limbs,
it is not pretty
yet…

I will renew
and return to beauty
and service
and I will dance with the wind.

I am a tree,
powerful and peaceful,
flexible yet firm,
beautiful and useful,
ever enduring.

Poems | admin | April 30, 2012 8:25 pm | Comments (0)

Sometimes I Forget…

Sometimes I forget how awesome I am…

I see my flaws
I see my scars
and I think
how awful they are.

But someone else
will see them, too
and think I’m awesome
after all I’ve been through.

Sometimes I forget how amazing I am…

I can see all the things
I forgot to do,
the “coulda, shoulda, woulda’s,”
they can haunt me, too.

But someone else can see
all the things I did achieve
and think I am amazing
- like I have magic up my sleeve.

Sometimes I forget how brave I am…

I feel my stomach flutter,
my heart pounding in my chest,
I feel so afraid,
I can’t put my nerves to rest.

But someone else sees
how I stand up TALL,
how brave I am
to face it all.

Sometimes I forget how blessed I am…

I have wants & desires,
I see what I lack,
I feel I’m not satisfied,
I forget to give back.

But someone else sees
the good deeds I do,
how I am blessed,
and they show me, too.

I am awesome, amazing, brave and blessed
even when I forget.
And you are awesome, amazing, brave & blessed
even if you don’t believe it yet.

Poems | admin | April 12, 2012 7:35 am | Comments (0)