KS Digital Haven Poems

  The world, a tapestry of threads both bright and frayed, Has etched its stories on your heart, some light, some deeply shaded. You've known the sting of hardship, felt the weight of pain, Seen shadows dance where sunshine once did reign. Betrayal's bitter taste may linger on your tongue, And scars may whisper tales of battles lost, unsung. Doubt whispers, "Why be gentle in a world so cold? Why offer kindness when your own story's yet untold?" But listen close, dear heart, for in the hush of night, A different voice arises, soft and filled with light. It speaks of seeds of kindness, sown in fertile ground, Though storms may rage above them, beauty can be found. Remember that one smile, a beacon in the gloom, That lifted up a stranger, chased away the tomb Of loneliness and sorrow. Think of helping hands That reached across a chasm, bridged divided lands. The world may seem a battlefield, where anger roars, But kindness is a weapon hope forever adores. It holds no...

  The thirties snuck in quiet, a sigh on the breeze, Wrinkles etching laughter lines, stories on my knees. Friends, a tapestry woven, threads of joy and tears, Family, a steady drumbeat, calming all my fears. But sometimes, at twilight, when shadows stretch and bind, A whisper snakes in, a question for my mind. "Love," it murmurs, a foreign, flickering flame, "Haven't you a yearning, a heart to call by name?" I glance around the table, at laughter echoing bright, My sister's hand in mine, a beacon in the night. My niece, a giggling starburst, spins in joyful dance, Their love a sunlit meadow, a comforting expanse. Then, mornings at the sunrise, bathed in golden light, I find solace in the quiet, a different kind of right. The rustle of turning pages, a symphony of thought, God's whispers in the stillness, a peace for which I'm bought. Perhaps it's not a fairytale, a prince upon a steed, But a tapestry of moments, a love that's all I need. The...

  In the caverns of your mind, where shadows dance and fears reside, Anxiety, a restless tide, may surge and churn, a constant guide. It whispers doubts, spins future tales, of failures, flaws, and endless trails. It paints a world both bleak and vast, where every step feels like the last. But hold, dear friend, don't let it win, this tempest raging deep within. For you are more than thoughts that bind, and stronger than the troubled mind. Though darkness whispers, shadows loom, you hold the light to chase the gloom. Each racing thought, a passing cloud, observe it drift, don't let it shroud. The present moment, hold it tight, where worries fade in gentle light. Focus on breaths, slow and deep, feel calmness rise, like seeds that sleep. Within you lies the power to choose, to break the chains and find your muse. Embrace your flaws, they shape your soul, a tapestry that makes you whole. Don't compare yourself to others' shine, your journey's yours, uniquely thine. Le...