There is not right time
No one will give you permission
Reach for the dream
Start learning something new
Say the thing you want to say
Grasp the chance
It's better to try and nurse the bruises of defeat
Than befriend the bitterness of regret for life
-gws
Tag: Encouragement
Tell Your Story
Tell your story
Detail your plot twists
Describe how you penned your own ending
How you dreamt your next prolific chapter
You are proof that dragons can be slain
Villains can be outwitted
That the condemned can become the hero
Be the light that illuminates someone else’s
Pages through your inspiration
Show that soul their narrative can be altered
Show that soul their misery can become triumph
Because you have told them it can be done
Because you have shown them it was done
-gws
I Was You Yesterday
I was you yesterday
Broken down and broken hearted
Today, I begin my ascent with the dawn
And tomorrow, so can you
-gws
Strong Alone
I read, “and in the end, all I learned was how to be strong alone.”
I disagree.
In the end, I have learned that living a kind and authentic life earns you connections with good people with big hearts who are willing to catch and hold you when you fall.
Strength cannot exist without vulnerability. You only have to be alone if you choose to shut the world out.
Be willing to be vulnerable.
Be willing to ask for help.
Be more willing to receive help.
Build a loving village.
You don’t have to be alone to be strong.
Being alone is a choice, not a consequence.
-gws
Dear Sister
Dear sister
I see you
How your heart is bleeding
How your soul is aching
You are transforming
Becoming so much more
Than you imagined you were or could be
You are becoming a diamond
Under all of the pressure
One worthy to be the center piece
Of your own glorious crown
I can't wait to see how you shine
-gws
Encouragement for the New Poet
A reply to an Instagram poet’s profile quote
You are everything and your words are but an opportunity to climb a tower of knowing to get to you. Those who do not rise to the challenge to make handholds of your lyrics and footholds of your prose are the ones whose lives lack the enrichment of your visions and the music of your descriptions They are the ones who hold nothing in their hands while you hold the world -gws