A place to show my work
A therapist leaves, his time away,
Paternity leave call, he mustn’t stay.
Happy for him, but I feel blue,
Disappointment swells, what can I do?
July feels far, as I wait and sigh,
Wishing for guidance, asking “Why?”
He sent some names, suggested new,
But starting fresh feels strange and new.
With skills he’s shared, I’ll try to cope,
Holding on tight to the seeds of hope.
Though the path ahead may feel unclear,
I’ll carry his lessons until he’s near.
Ground we walk on,
Rivers and trails for those who roam.
Adventures are found in every small rock,
Vivid tales shared, secrets that we talk.
Energy from nature, formed by time’s way,
Landing of hopes in this place where we stay.
In
twilight’s
glow,
whispers
dance,
dreams
awaken,
lost
enchantment,
hearts
tangled
in
a
trance.
In a quiet space where ideas bloom,
I pick up my tools to chase away gloom.
With a heart full of dreams, I start to craft,
Colors and shapes, like a joyful draft.
A canvas waits, all blank and bright,
Whispers of stories in morning light.
With each gentle stroke, the magic begins,
A world comes alive, where my heart spins.
Clay in my hands, soft and warm,
I shape the future, I bend and form.
With every small detail, my spirit sings,
Creating with love, oh the joy it brings!
Beads and threads, I tie and weave,
Patterns of memories, in hopes I believe.
With patience and care, I find my way,
Crafting my piece, day by day.
Each artwork tells a piece of my soul,
A journey of passion, a feeling of whole.
So here I will stand, proud of my heart,
In every creation, there lies my craft.
I’ve been trying to find a good balance between my work and home life, which hasn’t been easy. My work has often taken over my personal time, both physically and mentally.
About five to six years ago, I found a passion for drawing, which has helped me set clear boundaries between work and personal life. I make time to draw at least once or twice a week. I’ve also been focusing more on my personal life. While it hasn’t always been easy, I’m definitely happier now than before. I’m committed to improving this balance and growing both personally and professionally.
Dreams
are special
hold endless possibilities.
Success
Achievement, Triumph
Winning, Thriving, Growing
Hope, Dreams, Goals, Setbacks
Struggling, Learning, Falling
Loss, Frustration
Failure
On a road unpaved, I gently glide,
Where nature’s wonders stretch far and wide.
Tall trees stand guard with leaves of pink,
In their vibrant hues, my heart can’t help but sink.
The sunlight dances through branches above,
Whispering secrets, a symphony of love.
Each turn reveals a breathtaking view,
A canvas of colors, rich and true.
With every mile, I’m lost in bliss,
In this enchanting world, there’s magic in the mist.
As I drive along this path so free,
The beauty of nature is a gift to me.
Your three words today are:
HUMDRUM
DULL
BORING
In a classroom filled with humdrum sounds,
The lecture drags, my spirit drowns.
Words flow slowly, so dull and gray,
Boring moments stretch the day.
I wish for sparks, a little thrill,
To chase away this heavy chill.
But here I sit, with thoughts that roam,
Yearning for a place called home.
Oh, to break free from this endless talk,
To find some joy in the dull classroom walk.
A spark of laughter, a dash of fun,
Then the humdrum could finally be done.
Out and about, the world is alive
But inside my mind, I struggle to survive
The bustling streets, the crowded places
Trigger my anxiety, tying me in laces
I long to join in, to be a part
But fear grips me, tearing me apart
The thought of judgment, the fear of rejection
Keeps me locked in my own self-protection
I watch from afar, wishing I could be
A part of the laughter, the joy, the glee
But my mind plays tricks, telling me lies
That I’m not good enough, that I should hide
So I retreat back into my shell
Where it’s safe and quiet, away from the swell
Of people and noise, the chaos of life
Where my social anxiety cuts like a knife
But deep down inside, I know it’s not true
That I am worthy, just like you
So I’ll take a deep breath, and step out once more
Facing my fears, opening the door
To a world of possibilities, of connections and love
Where my social anxiety can’t hold me above
I’ll break free from its grip, and live my life
Out and about, without fear or strife.
Petals soft as dreams,
Unfurling in spring’s embrace,
Life’s sweet promise blooms.
Whispers of the breeze,
Dance with colors of the dawn,
Nature’s serenade.
Morning dew glistens,
Each drop a world reflecting,
Hope awakens bright.
In the night it glows,
Guiding whispers through the dark,
Hope’s warm flicker shines.
Stars above watch close,
Silent wishes take their flight,
Dreams dance in the night.
Do visions come true?
At times it is hard to tell
Need a sign to show
–
Whispers of the heart,
Guiding paths we have yet walked,
Hope lights the shadows.
M.A.D. Works 