Wonder

By Mac Guerreiro

It’s curiosity on steroids,
It’s the involuntary widening of your eyes at new information,
It’s a love for learning that can never be eradicated,
It’s within everyone,
Most especially when we are young,
Eye hope to set an example,
Of what happens when we stay,
When the wonder never fades.

Pacing

By Mac Guerreiro

It keeps things manageable,
If it is set that way,
It’s truly the key,
Along with it comes another,
Patience,
They go hand in hand,
Or perhaps they don’t,
For as long as one is aware,
Impatience is allowed to be there,
So long as the process is trusted,
So long as the pace is respected.

Those Whom Were Here

By Mac Guerreiro

It was during a viewing of “Outlander.” The Cherokee men and women stood with the woods proudly behind them. They joined Jamie, Claire and family around the fire but before the women sat they shared a moment. A moment of wisdom that seems to come most often from those women whose hair has turned white as snow. It was then that eye cried. Eye cried for the Natives, for all that’s been lost. Eye cried for their lands, now treated so poorly by people whom could never truly respect them. Eye cried for their beauty, seen as savagery by the same people who took their Earth away. Eye cried fast and hard because the aching came that way. Eye will continue crying until the blessed day in which man learns that all of that wasn’t his to take. Then eye will cry further still, joy being the why because then at something will be set right.

Still Floating

By Mac Guerreiro

Still feeling as if Eye’m floating,
The waters are calmer,
But eye am still unaware of where eye am,
Or where eye am going,
Trusting the current is my best bet,
Holding on to the important things for buoyancy,
Trust,
Trust,
Trust with all your might,
Hold on tight,
Soon enough more things will come to light.

Changes

By Mac Guerreiro

Eye used to thrive being so busy. Perhaps because it allowed me to dull the inner chatter. If one is moving from thing to thing barely every taking the time to breathe she won’t notice all of her deserted parts calling out to her. She’ll just move along, on and on until something changes. Until the day she learns about balance, until the day she decides she must reprioritize her life.

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