Little things matter 🌼
I’m happy to announce that my third poem has been published in Spillwords. I wrote this a few months ago, and now, after reviewing by the literature team of Spillwords, it was selected to be published.
I have attached the link if you would like to read it, and please feel free to comment.
I’m happy to announce that my poem is published in Spillwords.com and also to see that it is one of the poetry trending today.
I’m really grateful and humbled for giving me the opportunity.
Spillwords.com presents: I Often Wonder, poetry written by Joyce Mary J, a nurse by profession who loves to read and write.
Source: I Often Wonder, poetry by Joyce Mary J at Spillwords.com
In a golden cage
Little hummingbird
Lived
With clipped wings
And fettered by its owner
Voiceless
Hopeless
Until she saw him
Fluttering around the cage
Trying to break the chains
Sharing the nectar
A beautiful reminder
Of love, hope and life.
-JMJ
The way I see it, they all are beautiful in their own unique way.
JMJ
“Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.”
Laini Taylor
“Make up your mind that no matter what comes your way, no matter how difficult, no matter how unfair, you will do more than simply survive. You will thrive in spite of it.”
Joel Osteen
“There is a saying in Tibetan, ‘Tragedy should be utilized as a source of strength.’ No matter what sort of difficulties, how painful experience is, if we lose our hope, that’s our real disaster.”
Dalai Lama XIV
“Do not judge me by my success, judge me by how many times I fell down and got back up again.”
Nelson Mandela
The mankind has survived through the toughest of battles sometimes with nothing but hope, courage and determination. And it’s that qualities we need, when we find ourselves in a deep hole filled with darkness – to keep us going, to find the light and to thrive.
JMJ
When we are really feeling down,all we have to do is to look for a sign to keep going on… Nature has it’s own way of giving us hope and an excellent ability to put a smile on a crying face.
Once full of life,
It gave lives to many,
Sunshine was its friend,
Who used to put happiness on its face,
And breeze its companion,
With whom it loved to dance.
Then the time changed,
Starting to change its colour,
Was the first sign of ageing,
Now the sunshine was nomore tender,
And the breeze transformed into storm.
Disgraced and battered,
It fell on the ground,
Lying there,
It was stepped by many,
But it took that chance to leave an imprint,
On their path forever.
-JMJ
A Life's Journey 