Sometimes encouragement doesn’t need to shout to be heard
It can begin with a small whisper
You are: brave
Knowing that it’s okay to wear your heart on your sleeve..
To live life with open hands
To give and receive
To know that when life is hard
You are not alone
There are many cheering you on
That have your back..
When you often think of others before yourself
Know that there will be days when you will need other people to be that for you.
When really we don’t have everything together all the time.
Sometimes life is tough..
And it’s okay to take one day at a time..
There are brighter days ahead..
And others need your smile, laughter and hope in their lives..as much as you do too.
C.Farish April 2016
Even though I am a poet.. At school it was not something that I enjoyed. As it was all about formulas of how to write. Rather than something organic.
It’s as though poetry found me. I first began writing in my mid teens.
Poetry is meant to be felt by the reader. They can articulate their own meaning from the words written. It’s not something written to be taken apart and changed.
When I write it is as though an idea, thought or phrase kind of writes itself.. It just happens.
Words have the power to do great good. To encourage, bring hope and inspire those around us.
Doesn’t always mean being bold
But that quiet voice
Saying ‘you are enough’
‘What you are doing is enough’
To be comfortable in knowing who you are and whose you are.
When people tell you otherwise..
You are enough
You are more than people’s opinions of you
No these things need no longer define you..
But rather spur you on one small step at a time..
And if things don’t go as you’d hoped ..
Well tomorrow is a new day
to be filled with wonder, happiness and joy.
Tears too for there will be days when they will flow
And more new yet untrod steps to be taken
As we walk this amazing path that is life..
Some moments are like mountains. When we’ve got to climb through some hard times.
Often travel difficult roads
That may be long journeys
or short ones.
But when we reach the top
What was once before us
Towards a new understanding
A realisation that
We are so much stronger than we think we are.
And that by looking back
How He has carried us through
the toughest of times
And never left
and He never will.
Windswept Alone on an open sea
Hard but sad
Mean new beginnings
Like twisted yew branches
C. Farish 07.03.2016
When small smiles brighten up the darkest of days
Even then there is a glimpse of light
Peaking through the highest tree tops
Shining down on all who wander
Below the towering tree trunks
Sunbeams, shadows and glimpses
With snowdrops scattered around
Almost a carpet of white.
Written whilst I was on my way to work this morning. Background photo taken whilst I was waiting of the train.
n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.
Or maybe the middle
For others endings
All beautiful in their own way.
For we are sometimes; mere footnotes
In other people’s stories.
Staying only for a moment
Others for a longer while.
More reason to treasure those near and dear…
also those passing through.
For in all seasons we can learn from each other.
Even when things can feel a little crazy at times..
Often it’s in those crazy times when it’s most beautiful.
– C. Farish 15/12/2015