POEM OF THE MONTH - APRIL

I have strived to assist those who I had believed needed and persuaded me of my support.
I have tried and I have failed twice now.
I absolutely must remain focused to conserve my mental peace.
I have placed myself and my family at risk, by attempting every day, to be a calm and safe shoulder for others to rest their heads upon.
 A hug from afar, with accessible and open wings to show them I am here and I care.
I'm not superior to anyone or hold any higher sovereignty.
I am a human being with faults who has memorized grounding techniques, halting in place my triggers and battling the negative bullets, trying to shatter my spirit, by walking along the trails directly to my PTSD.
I am a warrior. I come in peace or I will strike you down. I've had enough.
I choose between a positive environment or a negative one. I choose positivity. Always.
I have rarely revealed to anyone, the tiny facet of a crack, inside the iceberg that slopes down to the chasms of my foundation.
Within this, the existence of my spirit remains a raw, diamond boulder, blazing a dominant light of protection for the love and honor of myself and my family.
In particular, my compassion was erroneously received as my weakness. Perception is an individual assumption.
No further will I comprise my own achievements, attained by my intelligence and nurturing instincts of nature and her plethora of treasures.
We will all remain as a lifeline, an obstacle, or a soldier. Who will you be, during and after our war? I am a soldier.
 Gratify your inner light. Try by any means necessary to move forward every day in search of a glimmer of hope and pray to your deity for all of them, those who are lonely, and those who are dying alone.
By giving some hope to the heroes of the health care workers in our hospitals. The OSHA-certified, janitor's, laundry room, prep staff, security, I.T., cook's in the kitchens, toxic and nontoxic trash unit, CNAs, PA's, NA's and every single volunteer.
My Nightingale, who has now become aware she can not go home.
She is holding the hands of your family and friends who have no one else but her as they pass on.
She is moving forward every day discovering her inner light dimming because human beings are still refusing to stay safe and stay home.
Be reasonable. Try harder. Give her the light of hope now. She has the right to be at peace.

I am muted sighs
Of the weary restless mind
In its solitude

Unspoken longings
Untold secrets of the heart
No words can capture

I live in places
Where only a few wander
To feel my presence

I am in nature
Waiting for those who seek me
For their company

I am the stillness
In the deep running water
And in dark blue seas

I am the echo
In the forests and mountains
That answers your call

People can hear me
In empty houses and streets
When the night creeps in

In their deep slumber
When the veil of darkness falls
Night embraces me

Wise men call for me
When they need to find answers
In meditation

I am submission
To the weak and the oppressed
The mute and the voiceless

My nature is deep
I only come and visit
In moments of calm

I am always near
In the absence of noise
In stillness of day

I am the essence
Of peace and serenity
In sacred places

I am in your heart
When you lift your hands to God
To reach Him and pray

Tune in to your soul
Listen and feel my presence
In tranquility