A place to show my work
In a blink, the world can shift, treasures fall like autumn’s drift.
What you held, both bright and near, can vanish, leaving silence clear.
The laughter fades, the echoes still, dreams dissolve against the will. Hands once full now grasp the air, reminding hearts of what’s not there.
Yet in the loss, a seed is sown, to teach the soul what can be grown.
For though the moment may be gone, its shadow lingers, carrying on.
The therapist says to mingle and make friends,
Your heart knows that’s true, but your mind just pretends.
It whispers of judgment, the fears that it sends,
A battle within as your spirit contends.
Each laugh feels like armor, but doubt weighs you down,
In a room full of faces, you wear a frown crown.
What if they see you, the cracks and the flaws?
What if connection is lost in the pause?
But deep in your heart, there’s a spark seeking light,
A yearning for warmth in the coldness of night.
With courage, step forward, let go of the chains,
Embrace the uncertain; it’s where freedom gains.
For friendship’s a garden that flourishes slow,
With patience and kindness, its beauty will grow.
So heed the soft whisper that pushes you near,
For the joy of connection can banish all fear.
I will never stoop to your level,
Though storms may rage and tempests revel.
With grace I’ll rise above the fray,
And seek the light of a brighter day.
In shadows cast by words unkind,
I’ll choose to leave the dark behind.
For dignity is my guiding star,
And I’ll hold steadfast, no matter how far.
Though you may try to pull me down,
I’ll wear my courage like a crown.
With every step, I’ll prove you wrong,
In my heart sings the strength of a song.
So here I stand, my spirit free,
Unshaken by your enmity.
I’ll walk with pride on my own path,
And let my light be my aftermath.
Most people mistake social anxiety for being shy, but the two are quite different. Shyness is more about feeling reserved or quiet in social situations, whereas social anxiety is a more intense condition that can lead to extreme fear and avoidance of social interactions.
I remember my own experience vividly. In high school, I would dread any event that involved social interaction, whether it was a group project or a party. The thought of being judged or embarrassed felt suffocating, often leading to me avoiding these situations altogether. I would come up with excuses to stay home, even when I really wanted to connect with my friends.
Individuals with social anxiety often worry excessively about being judged or embarrassed in front of others, which can significantly impact their daily lives and relationships. I found that my anxiety didn’t just affect my social life; it seeped into my academic performance and even my self-esteem.
Understanding the distinction between shyness and social anxiety is important for providing the right kind of support and encouragement to those who struggle with these feelings. It took time, but with supportive friends and professional help, I learned coping strategies that allowed me to face my fears gradually. It’s essential to promote awareness and compassion around this topic, as this can help those affected find the resources they need to cope and thrive.
All my life I longed for curls galore,
Not straight and sleek—oh, I wanted more!
With twists and loops, I’d bounce down the street,
Dancing and twirling, life felt so sweet.
But mornings were tough, my hair on a mission,
Flat and rebellious, oh, the frustration!
Then one day I found a magical foam,
Gave my hair curls—now it feels like home!
So here’s to the curls that swirl in the air,
Finally, I’ve got the hair I declare!
Victoria had a dream so bright,
She longed for things that sparkled in light.
With style and grace, she made her stand,
For swanky treasures, she had it planned.
No simple joys could catch her eye,
She reached for glamour that soared high.
In every shop, her heart would race,
Chasing glitz in every place.
With swanky clothes and shiny shoes,
She knew her worth, she’d never lose.
For in her world of shimmering finds,
Victoria sought the best that shines.
Yikes! It’s time to rise and shine,
Can’t be late for this event so fine.
With a hurried leap,
Out of bed, I sweep,
Ready to greet the day’s grand design!
There once was a chef with great persona,
Whose breakfast would always win a zona.
With bacon so crisp,
And an aroma to whip,
He’d sizzle up joy with each bona!
Softly lathers in warm embrace,
Only the purest scents fill the space.
Adventures in cleanliness, a joyful quest,
Pure and refreshing, it offers its best.
Many hearts beat frantic in the night,
Amidst the shadows, seeking the light.
Yearning for peace in chaos’ embrace,
Daring to hope, to find their own place.
Allies assemble, voices unite,
Yielding strength, igniting the fight.
In a land where the shapes run free,
Lived a silly creature named Chucklebee.
He danced on an elliptical hill,
With wobbly legs and endless thrill.
He wore a hat that spun around,
As he twirled in circles, never fell to the ground.
“Elliptical’s my favorite shape, you see,
For it’s round and curvy, just like me!”
With a giggle and a wiggle, he’d prance and sway,
Making all the shapes laugh and play.
So if you’re feeling a bit magical and spry,
Just think of Chucklebee and give it a try!
In twilight’s glow, a soft drape falls,
Whispers of evening through shadowed halls.
Gentle as dreams that linger and sway,
Wrapping the world in a tender ballet.
Stars peek through the fabric of night,
Each glimmer a promise, a flicker of light.
With every thread, a story unfolds,
In the delicate drape, life’s secrets are told.
In the garden where dreams twine,
A breeze whispers, soft and fine.
Leaves sway with a rhythm, so lyrical,
Nature dances, it’s all so musical.
Sunlight sparkles, a golden glow,
Birds chirp sweetly, a vibrant show.
Every moment, a note in the air,
Life’s melody sings, everywhere.
In the garden, soft and fair,
Stands a magnolia, delicate and rare.
With petals white, like whispers of spring,
It dances gently, as the sweet birds sing.
Beneath the sky, so blue and wide,
The magnolia blooms with graceful pride.
In its beauty, the world seems free,
A moment’s peace, just you and me.
In a land where dreams take flight,
There’s a sprinkle of sorcery, oh so bright!
With wands that wave and sparkles that twirl,
Magic unfolds in a shimmering whirl.
Little fairies dance in the moonlit glow,
Casting spells in the night, putting on a show.
With a wink and a giggle, they make wishes soar,
Sorcery shines where magic’s in store!
M.A.D. Works 