I think as nurses we need an outlet in our lives to distress from work and everyday life.  My favorite hobbies are poetry, writing books, exercising, and reading.  I also enjoy a good movie with ice cream and my life long escape and inspiration, music. 

"Words have power, the power we give them is the only power they will ever have, choose words to empower you from within"



  Poetry is a Painting, Art & Voice in Words


I write poetry as a way to sort through emotions and when I simply need to vent out creatively right before I get to my F*&^ it mode.  You know what I mean because we all have those days.   Poetry is cathartic.


volcanic explosions
thunderous emotions
tornadic devotions
it is all a commotion
for what hurts us and makes us bleed
is a negative planted seed
It becomes the pain stimulations
triggered in every other and next situation
it sips on the walls, on the skin and the souls
it feeds on the minds the spirits, it is cold
it is never content until it feeds and it threads

thirsty for flesh and hunger for trends

Its’ eternal damnation
becomes first hand contemplation
as it gathers the right
to lack stillness and light
for if we have the right to be angry
we have the right to be hungry
to revenge and condemn
to lack peace and relent
to the negative motion
that is no a sweet devotion

what is there left to live
when we are unable to forgive?
what shall we expect to do
when life has gone and there is no more food?
we sit, we think, we forgive
we pray, we sleep, we sing
we write, we stand and look on our brother and sister
we look at our mother and daughter
we look at our son or our father 
and realize life

is meant to be lived
the anger within
has not power in me

for anger is madness

bonding with sadness

blinding us mindless

has no room for gladness

So forgive, forget, forgo and simply know

to stand in peace is to move forward and create change

to remain in madness is to circle, destroy and remain always the same

a slave to

 it’s eternal isolation

Copyright 2015 by LetyM



When you sit and believe
You are not brave
And become a Slave
To the fear dormant/awake within


What do you see?
When you sit and believe
The whispers that criticize
And diminished in size
And slowly conform
To the elephants form


What do you see?
When you sit and believe
The conformity of life
That you must sit and sacrifice
And never express
What you feel and suppress
And at times choose regress
Live stagnation no less


Fear is an illusion
A made up mind boggling confusion
Triggered by a past
That needs to be shed at last


What would you see
If you sit & believe
If today was your last day
And you keep your fears at Bay
And decide you are bold and fearless
Choose to act and be seamless


What lines would you cross?
What limits would you pass?
What do you see now?
That you understand exactly how?
You sit, you learn, chains break & you Believe


Copyright 2015 by LetyM 

May your Heart Be Kind, Your Mind Fierce, and Your Spirit Brave








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