ME

She sits right outside me

Hovering

Watching

Guiding me

She teaches me to sing

When my eyes well up with tears

She soothes away my fears

Never far from me

We vibe on the same plane

She even gives me warning

When it's about to rain

It's my own fault if I don't listen

And make heavy my plight

Even so she's right here to help me

And coax me to the light

She's my conscience

My advisor

The god that lives inside her and without

She's everything I dream about

And aspire to be

Even though she's already

Me...

-MOSHIA'

WRITERS CUE

My mind is equipped with a ready writer and a pen

Who told me dreams come true if you record them

So I started to take long walks in my mind 

And write down what I find

Now the writer and I are in sync

All day long I write what she thinks

And beautiful words eloquently penned

Finds its way from my mind to my fingers then print

My only chore is to listen for the writers cue 

Then instruct pen what to do

And write my life...

-Moshia' Pen

From my REFLECTIONS: Enter the Mind of a Broken Butterfly

available on Amazon and Create Space.

A book of poetry expressing the inner thoughts, feelings and emotions of a broken butterfly learning to fly again. I write poems that express how I feel in hopes of helping others to heal their broken wings, and to let them know someone out there can identify with their feelings.

THE CLIMB

It's time to stop circling the mountain

and make the climb

It's as simple as a shift in mind

Time to stop blaming them for your plight

Time to love yourself in-spite of your flaws

I know what they did

but you were the cause

Time to stop lying and using people

Stop hurting yourself

And do right by you

Relationships can get pretty stormy

Trying to fold them like origami

You can't fix everything with I'm sorry

Sometimes we suffer the worst

Decisions made on the spur

Continue to impact life long after conception

We must carefully weigh our decisions

Before they cause us division of the worst kind

Between the spiritual and mankind

One shouldn't be so blind they can't see

The only enemy they possess

Is in the heart they carry in their chest...

- Moshia Pen

Division

The dam broke

Leaking lies all over

Unearthing resentment

And shrugged shoulders

The tales spun

Spun out of control

Emotions arose and swallowed them whole

Deep in angers belly

War was conjured

But they didn't anticipate the casualties in the end

Their families and children

Everything they were building

ripped to shreds

The whole house divided by itself

Then fell in a rubble

The foundation was unstable to begin with

How can one build on deception and drama

When we must answer to karma in the end

How could you love her

if you were never even friends

Explain...

From Reflections: Enter the mind of a broken Butterfly by Moshia Pen

THE CALM AFTER THE STORM

After rage has subsided

Acceptance creeps into

The shattered heart

Allowing the battered parts

To seek healing

From feeling exhausted

Winter defrosted

Let the sun shine in

Time to smile again....

-Moshia Pen

Your joy factor will remain constant as you are continually refining your ideas of what you want, and that's why it is so important for you to get everybody else out of the equation. They've got their own game going on; they don't understand your game. Give them a break; stop asking them what they think. Start paying attention to how you feel. Joy will be yours immediately, and everything else that you have ever thought would make you happy, will start flowing, seemingly effortlessly, into your experience.

--- Abraham