Wing Clippings Posted on March 28, 2021 by Trini Lind 19 Sometimes my heart is so full of flight there is no room for any sensations or words of sensibility or consolation. Those are the days when I grieve my wing clippings the most.
Born to Express Posted on March 27, 2021 by Trini Lind 4 You were born to express every part of you. Not to be disciplined into silence.
Being and Empath Posted on March 26, 2021 by Trini Lind 15 I’d rather lose myself than see you lose in life. I’d rather be the one crying than see you hurt. And no, this is not a love poem. “You” are the one reading this poem and everyone who is not. You see, if it is my pain, it is mine to heal. If it is your pain, it is still mine but not mine to heal.
I choose to love Posted on March 25, 2021 by Trini Lind 25 I choose to be open, to be willing to look for ways to love you. I choose to forgive, to understand, to be generous of your weaknesses. I choose to love the way you were, the way you are, the way you choose to be tomorrow.
Equality Posted on March 23, 2021 by Trini Lind 6 Equality breeds compassion and justice. Sameness breeds loneliness and rebellion.
Beauty Posted on March 22, 2021 by Trini Lind 2 Beauty is the witness of grace unfolding. Attraction is the allurement of the beholder transfixed.
On Solid Ground Posted on March 21, 2021 by Trini Lind 11 Sometimes I have to force myself to stand still. Breathing through my feet to feel that I am still standing on solid ground.
Time Posted on March 20, 2021 by Trini Lind 13 None of us knows how much life we have to live. Being a picky consumer of time is essential.
Home Posted on March 19, 2021 by Trini Lind 15 When home no longer feels safe, your feet no longer touch the ground and your heart seems to have moved to your throat.
Anxiety Posted on March 19, 2021 by Trini Lind 25 Anxiety is like fighting an enemy trying to keep you out of the sun. You claw and scratch to be let out. Depression is like being cradled by a con-artist who has you convinced that there is no daylight at all. Even if the sun peeks through the curtains you feel no warmth from it.