Balance My Heart

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Coming together 

An unusual and familiar story

Tethered tosses of love and loss 

Fastidious and kind

I took part in your rhyme 

Hearing your Laughter 

Exposed to new wit

Charmed within your fastened grit

Never laying eyes on me – You wined and dined my soul

My love where are you and where have you been?

Waiting for you lies the cannon of my heart

Exhaling in your rhythm 

Counting your strokes

Your skin – my warm cover 

I wake to a gossamer of you 

Beautiful remnants of the night before 

Glistened with love

Painted in hope

Anchored by your steadfast Faith

You will soon be mine 

By Elizabeth Mendiola ©2015 

 

 

 

1 Indisputable Way To Overcome Bad Days

Elizabeth Mendiola:

In the end, it always turns out ok, and sometimes, better than before.

Originally posted on 2HelpfulGuys:

We all have bad days. They are inevitable. Sometimes they are life-changing and devastating. In my last article, I said that change is necessary. Change is important for personal growth.

It is necessary because life wants to test your limits. It pushes you to your limits. And in that ‘make it or break it’ situation is where real growth occurs.

That being said, you still have to overcome the bad day. How do you conquer something when everything around you collapses and just nothing goes your way?

Well, yesterday my laptop died. Just two weeks before one of the biggest changes in my life, it dies and extra expenses occurred. But, worst of all, there goes all my data.

All my articles, journals, school assignments, and ideas, gone.

Poof.

Note to self: Excessively back-up everything from now on.

I wouldn’t find out for five hours if anything could be recovered…

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Because of Beauty

My life is beautiful
Because you’re in it
Feathers in my pillow never felt this nice
Days are never long enough
Winds sit quietly still
Jagged letters are now perfectly straight
Timidity no longer exists
My tides are stronger than ever
My gratitude could never fit in this box
My love
My freedom
My God
I am renewed

By Elizabeth Mendiola
©2015

David

David,
I wanted to hug you tighter
and for so much longer than I did

In my eyes, I see a sweet boy
Your big brown eyes
Your smile that wrings my heart into a crinkle every time
Do you know how much I love you?

David,
Don’t talk about yourself that way
You are bright and oh-so-smart!
Your mind is one which THINKS
How amazing is that?

David,
Be kind
I wish I could show you how to love from all that I know which comes from above
Love the you, oh David
Love who you are
For you are a grand apple to my eye
A blessing to complete one of the missing pieces in my life

David,
I wish I could tell you now just how amazing and wonderful I think you are
But
You are gone now
You moved away
I may never see you again
And this makes my heart feel as heavy as clay
Oh, David

Dear sweet David,
Promise me you will be good
Promise me you will try
Promise me you will build grit and never, ever give up on you
Promise you will not explode when someone disrupts your mold
Promise me you will grow and thrive into the incredible young man I believe you are growing up to be
Promise me you will love – even when you don’t want to – all those around you who love you
Promise me you will ask for help when you need it, shake off that pride boy!
Promise me you will fight for what you believe in and all which is right

David, sweet David,
You are loved
You are cared for
You are cherished
You are missed
You are cried over
You are wondrous
You are amazing!
You are special!
And,
You are a permanent part of my heart

David, sweet David,
I. Love. You.

By Elizabeth Mendiola
Copyright 2015

*****Written for a former student. I hope his next group of teachers see just how awesome and beautiful this kid is. I promise he’s not the “thug” one(s) may label him to be.******

Thank you.

Wishful Stars

I’ve moved on but sometimes I look back and wish all over again

You never know when a star will boomerang in our favor — of a sought out love

A longing fairy tale
One which never gives up
Even when it’s over
And all the doors have closed

I hear you knocking yet again

…Come in

Written by
Elizabeth Mendiola
©2015