Birds still chirp their fucking hearts out on crap days,
Like a karaoke star who’s totally lost his way.
And flowers? They’re gatecrashing funerals with sass,
Whispering, “Was it our fucking fragrance, perhaps?”

People scatter when shit really starts to hit the fan,
Quicker than I say “fuck it” to my diet plan.
But the ride-or-dies? They stick like fucking glue,
Like that piece of gum on your shoe, never bidding adieu.

The moon’s up there, changing her damn mind,
Like me in front of the fridge, a late-night find.
So hey, give yourself a break, don’t stress the fucking phase,
We’re all just bumbling through life’s mad, crazy maze.

In the cracks and crevices, we find our fucking groove,
Dodging life’s big-ass feet, we move and we improve.
Escaping the drizzle, dodging the damn pee,
We’re the fucking misfits, making it, wild and free.

So when life feels as tough as a week-old fucking baguette,
Remember, we’re rocking this shit, no need to fret.
In this grand ol’ mess, we might seem fucking small,
But we’re damn well blooming, giving it our fucking all.

I am not a parent but I want to be one day today that ability to birth my own changed

In the quiet of the night, within my soul
I felt like a shattered bottle, burdened by misfortune
now fragmented on the ground
With dreams of motherhood pushed aside.

Tumors, occupants of my body
Whispering fear like a consuming fire.
My body, a battleground, weary,
Carrying the weight of lost dreams.

No gentle movements within my womb to experience
No little hands clasping mine to seal the bond.
The path to motherhood, radiant and clear
Now hidden from view.

Amidst this brokenness a flicker of light shines through
For not everything is lost despite appearances.
Though my physical form is fractured my spirit endures,
In the rubble resilience sustains.

I am more than the sum of my pieces
More than the emptiness in my heart.
In shards of glass reflections of a beginning emerge
Finding strength, in being reborn.

For family transcends blood; it is forged through connection
Love can be found in forms.
Though the route may have altered the journey continues
I will navigate through fields adorned with clover.

So I’ll gather all my fragments, one, by one,
Beneath the nurturing rays of the healing sun.
Even though I may never possess everything on my own
I’ll construct a life where love is eternally sown.

Within each shattered piece there lies a captivating tale to share
Of resilience, hope and how I stumbled into despair.
Yet I emerged more with a courages flame
Navigating lifes intricate labyrinth without any shame.

I am not merely a discarded shattered bottle left aside
Instead I’m a warrior with a stride.
In this journey, through lifes trials and tribulations
I find solace knowing that strength is born from foundations.

In the realm of whispers, where simple truths twist and turn
Resides the tale of crayons, damaged and yearned.
“They still bring color ” they say, with a glance
Those who have tried know its a flawed dance.

For crayons though vibrant and bold
Struggle, in hands that fail to hold.
The canvas awaits, vast and forgiving
Fragmented pieces make coloring less than living.

Coloring, not painting; the distinction is clear
One wields crayons while the other brushes near.
Yet the challenge endures with these parts
Smooth strokes of joy elude us like lost arts.

Lines appear jagged and hesitant, on our quest
With each tiny fragment causing hues to fade best.
The persists “They still bring color indeed ”
Oh how we long for crayons to succeed.

For isn’t true bliss found in slow glides?
In crayons that smoothly coincide?
Yet from brokenness we learn resilience imbued
Colors emerge despite abuse endured.Well you know when it comes to coloring with crayons it’s not as easy, as using the ones. It’s like a story of never giving up and facing our fears. Actually it could even be seen as a metaphor for more than just coloring.

In both life and coloring those who are broken may still manage to leave their impactful marks.. Lets not pretend that it’s just as simple or fair for everyone. We all have our own challenges and obstacles to overcome, both in our lives and, in our endeavors.

Shaking in my toes
Here comes my biggest low.
Every-time good hits
Something comes to blow.
Think of the positive, keep a smile on your face they say.
I say I try to do it just that way.
Yet my path diverges, my tune has its own sway,
For at day’s end, my way may never echo your say.
Life’s rhythm and rhyme, a dance of contrast’s blend,
Highs and lows entwine, an unpredictable trend,
Still, I strive to shine, resilience my silly friend,
Embracing each design, my journey to transcend.

At 18 years old I was pushed down 150 stairs I lost part of my mobility from my waist down. Later I was chased out of a grocery story by the same guy due to my job.

As the dawn of adulthood arrived lifes journey began,
With dreams and aspirations the world embraced your plan.
Fate took a turn delivering a blow
Presenting challenges and a different path to follow.

In the midst of bliss when skies were clear
Your chosen path deviated,. You persevered without fear.
With a spirit and heart that shines so bright
You face obstacles that obstruct your sight.

From, within newfound strength emerges to prevail
A boundless courage and unwavering will to sail.
Unrestricted by limits imposed by destinys hand
You rise above undeterred and innately grand.

Though there may be moments of weakness or doubt
Your resilience tells a tale that transcends throughout.
Every step you take becomes a triumph in its right
A soaring spirit unconfined and unbound by plight.

Adapting is your gift as you redefine what it means
The essence of strength in all its scenes.
Your story becomes a beacon for others to admire
Inspiring hearts amidst trials that may transpire.

For in your courage one can witness with clarity,
A portrait of resilience to be seen in totality.
A testament, to fortitudes resounding song,
Staying strong when things have gone wrong.

In the depths of secrecy a storm quietly gathers,
Challenges, with ovaries a struggle
Medications combat the cries of pain
Doubts creep in as time seems to wane.

The idea of having children feels distant
Anxiety builds with doctors delays persistent.
Once secure now ovaries face uncertaintys grasp
Decisions loom heavily making thoughts clasped.

There is no comfort in this fight
Yet bravery grows stronger with each daily plight.
Strength is discovered in enduring lifes strife
Hope perseveres amidst the life.

Though fears and doubts may linger on
Resilience emerges through this challenging con.
In battles both seen and unseen, by all eyes
A spirit endures, unyielding and wise.

In a world of toes and heels
There resides a villain, fibrous and real.
Plantar fibromatosis, a foe
Transforms my feet into a peculiar grind.

Nodules and bumps they sprout with delight,
Turning shoes, into foes that plot through the night.
Every step brings a wince and a frown,
Oh why must these growths be so renowned?

I tread with caution like a stroll
Avoiding pressure to maintain some control.
These fibrous companions have their say
Playing tricks on my feet day, after day.

I yearn for shoes that offer respite
They taunt me creating an odd plight.
“Give it your shot ” I say with a grin
I’ll hobble forward making every step akin!

So here’s to plantar fibromatosis my amusing companion,
Transforming each stride into an union.
I’ll Wiggle as I manage the scene
With humor and laughter keeping it all serene!

Over the course of three and a half years I’ve had quite a journey. Education and achievements have been, like a thrilling rodeo ride! Graduating at the 21 age made me feel like a little elf on a shelf but I soon realized that not everyone guiding me was genuinely supportive. They would offer advice like pulling rabbits out of hats. When it came to support it often seemed to disappear into thin air.

As I prepare to showcase my skills I’ve developed my set of guidelines to overcome any obstacles that come my way. No hurdles resembling steeplechase races; from on I’ll gracefully dodge those negative voices with the stealth of a ninja!

Life is like a comedy. Always remember your spark and value. Embrace growth in this journey. Set standards for yourself. Never settle for mediocrity because this adventure is your own personal sitcom, where you’re the exceptionally special geek!

So here’s to all of us embarking on this escapade – writing our stories with wit and joy. Lets toast to resilience and fun, in our endeavors! Cheers to wholeheartedly pursuing our dreams!

Within the corridors, where the echoes gradually fade
There lies a hidden torment silently made.
In the minds of those who strive and push
Exist battles that few truly recognize.

Amongst the books and academic commotion
Deep shadows lurk, a hush, in motion.
For college souls burdened and weary
Depressions hold becomes a cloak to carry.

Assignments pile up expectations soar
Yet within storms rage and hearts deeply sigh.
Smiles become faint behind veils they wear
Concealing pain that’s far from being clear.

Isolation hides within spaces grand
Loneliness conceals itself with a friendly hand.
Lost in the whirlwind of ceaseless days pace
Depression whispers its message in ways.

Craving solace amidst a crowds embrace
Unheard cries and emotions shrouded with grace.
Yearning for light to pierce through the gloom
In this labyrinth searching for a room.

Oh college hearts! Burdened and fragile you may be
Your struggles remain unseen behind your veil so free.
Know this; in darkness glimmers shall rise,
Guiding you beyond murky skies disguise.

Reach out! Let voices break through the nights hold tight
And find strength and light together as one might.
For, in shared burdens healing can be found profound
And through empathys embrace hope can truly abound.