The Catcus Owner

Personal (Hope)

I have a catcus on my desk
at my workplace.


It sends a silent message:
Be warned. Get too close
and I, much like my owner,
will have an unpleasant reaction.


Today I touched its leaves
expecting a prickly response
but intead it felt smooth as silk.


It was then that

I had an epiphany:
just yesterday the fog
lifted from my mind.


Much like this catcus,
my demeanor had changed;
no longer did I have
a threatening exterior.


My genuine smile
had mysteriously returned.


My voice found itself
in the bleakness
I had faced for months.


I had found
my happiness again.

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its a baeutiful thing when

its a baeutiful thing when the butterfly finnally leaves its cuccoon

The darkness outside is not so frightening as the one inside. Behind knowing smiles and crocodile tears we hide our fears.


Being angry at someone is to give them power over you, but to forgive is to take away that power.