Tag: #survival

Keeping Hope Alive…

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 16 Comments

When life pulls you down again and again, get back up, put on your shoes and go outside. Keep your eyes open and observe. It is where the nature teaches you how to be strong and positive against all the adversities; not just to survive but to thrive.

-JMJ

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Corita Kent

I want to stay a while, wrapped in silence, the way the trees and rocks and the ground beneath my feet are wrapped in moss and ivy and soft, green lichen.

 Cathy Cassidy

Deep sleeps the winter, cold, wet, and grey; surely all the world is dead; spring is far away.  Wait! the world shall waken; it is not dead, for lo, the Fair Maids of February stand in the snow! 

Cicely Mary Barker 

Does the robin sing because the cold of winter is leaving or the warmth of spring is coming? Or might he be singing because each without the other would lessen both?

Craig D. Lounsbrough

Obstacles don’t have to stop you. If you run into a wall, don’t turn around and give up. Figure out how to climb it, go through it or work around it.

Michael Jordan

Fingerprints…

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 36 Comments 

It's all over me and inside me,
From the uppermost layers of dead cells of my skin,
To the innermost dark caves of my soul,
From birth to till this age, 
All those fingerprints had made me,
And moulded me.

The tapping hands on my back when I was born to make me breath,
The soothing ones when I cried,
The loving touch of my mother and father,
And the caring ones of my beloved grandparents.

The naughty ones of my little brother who pulled my hair during fights,
Teachers who gave their blessings on my head,
The friends who loved to hold my hands and hug,
And the family next-door who gave me food when my parents were not at home.

The touch of a person who I loved the most,
The words of the same which made prints on my heart and soul,
The people who disgraced me for who I'm,
The hands which tore me inside out.

The little fingers which aroused all my motherly instincts,
To love and to care without any conditions,
To be strong against all the evils when it's needed,
To find happiness and be hopeful about the future.

The person who left me hanging on the thread,
The people who ruined everything what was left,
The hands which shattered everything one after another, 
To destroy my life and to crush my spirit. 

All those fingerprints in my life,
Taught me how to be a human,
To be brave and vulnerable at the same time,
To be positive when I find negativity all outside,
To smile and be kind to someone who is being unkind.

-JMJ

Hunger

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 15 Comments 

Sitting in my comfortable couch, 
Trying to get a solution for my boredom,
I changed channels from one to another, 
That's when,I heard shrieking from men and women, 
From a land far away.
Carrying there children in their hands, 
They are rushing to get all the help they can have,
Those children have deep hollow eyes,
And with just skin and bones,
We can count the ribs that they have got.


While the governments are busy to show off their political strength and power,
Parents are selling children to satiate their hunger,
They go door to door to ask if anyone needs a child,
So that they can find some money to feed another child.
Mothers are helpless
Fathers are hopeless,
Public is clueless,
Governments show no remorse as if they are guiltless,
And me, writing a poem on it is pointless!
Unless,
We satisfy those hungry eyes and stomach with love and food regardless,
Of age,caste,creed,color, nationality, religion or sex.
-JMJ

A Regret In My Life…

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 16 Comments

Have you ever had an incident in your life which has affected you a lot later? Something, which is still fresh in your mind even if it had happened a long time ago. A face that you cannot forget.

I have a story to tell you which has been haunting me since several years. I still remember the day when I was going to church with my mother and my little brother. I think I was twelve or thirteen years old. While walking, I saw a middle aged man, walking towards us. From a distance itself I had a feeling of uneasiness. When he came nearer I gave him a glance and I took my mother’s hand to hold in shock.

You must be thinking that he might have done something. Then, you are wrong. In this story, I’m the villainess. My behavior was totally based on his physical feature, his facial disfigurement. It was like he didn’t have a nose or mouth and those organs were all joined together to appear like a big mass on his face. I had never seen anyone like that before. The way I reacted after I saw him was so rude and unkind that he quickly walked past us bowing his head. But before he did that I saw disappointment and sadness on his face.

That night, I couldn’t sleep because I got scared of him. It didn’t occur to me at that time that I’m the one who had hurt him. Only thing that bothered me was his face. It took a few years and a nursing degree course to make me realize what was the cause for his disfigured face. What I did was so wrong even though it was unintentional.

I still remember his face but the feelings are not the same. Regret has taken the place of fear. That was the first and the last time I saw him. I never got the chance to say sorry to him in person.This post is a confession and I would like to take this chance to say, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I was so ignorant and unkind that I behaved like that. I’m sorry that I judged you based on your face without knowing you in person. I’m sorry that I hurt your feelings when I looked away because I wanted to avoid you. I’m deeply sorry for what I have done.” So if you read this, I hope that you do, please take it as an apology from my heart.

The Remorse

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 26 Comments 

I saw a girl down the street,
A toddler who loved a treat,
With an innocent smile she wandered around,
From one place to another as she didn't remember where she was found.
With a plastic carry bag on her hand,
She was following the big girl who was in command,
Picking up the litters to buy some food,
But I'm sure it was no good.
I walked past her in a hurry to get my bus,
Thinking that I would get another chance and no need of a fuss,
Doing the same thing the whole week,
Finally I found sometime for the weak.
Waiting for her with a bag in my hand,
I never thought that I would be so late to understand,
That reaching out to others is never a waste of time,
Now, all I got is a feeling of remorse that I was not there for her on time.
                     -JMJ

Perfect Storm

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 25 Comments 
Alone in a deep forest,
Thinking about whether to protest,
Against all discriminations and bias,
Or to hide away and be pious.
She saw innocents being crucified,
Blamed and buried for something they had never tried,
Powerful was taking advantage and pulling the strings,
And then they claimed about their sufferings!
The reality was reversed as people closed their eyes,
The  perpetrators said they were victimized,
Now, how can she just be quiet?
The perfect storm was in formation and she said to them, try it.
                      -JMJ

Spirit

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 23 Comments 
You will find the greatest human spirits,
In the hell's deepest pits,
Where people refuse to surrender to what happened to them,
And don't allow to be defined by the people around them.

There is an unrelenting human spirit in each one of us,
That helps us to fight any evil forces,
An undefeatable mind and a body in motion,
With courage, resilience, love and compassion.

                     -JMJ

Taken For Granted..

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 18 Comments 
Like a candle she burns for others,
But gets blamed for the death  of a firefly who tests her patience.

Like an ocean she gives lives to others,
But gets cursed for all the drownings who underestimated her and forgot the strength.

Like a raindrop she quenches the thirst of others,
But is defamed for the destructions caused due to the negligence of yours.

How long will you take her for granted?

                    -JMJ

Glued

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 30 Comments 


Shattered into pieces by her unkind fate,
She was in a complete disastrous state,
Called by the society as a misfit,
She was about to surrender in defeat.
Then a voice came from inside,
"There's a lot in you that you have not tried,
Take your time to make it right,
Believe in yourself and give a good fight."
So she picked herself up from the ground,
Every little broken pieces of her and glued,
To make it whole and beautiful again,
And made sure to put some flowers too this time which was a gain.
-JMJ

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A Fairy Tale

~ Joyce Mary J ~ 39 Comments 

A girl who loved the light,
Sitting all alone in the night,
Had been waiting for her knight,
As she was too kind to take a fight.
When the darkness surrounded her,
She found out that the knight only wanted to be a heir,
The promise he made was just a cold word,
As he wished to fly away like a migrating bird.
A girl who loved the light,
Started to look for a new site,
Where she could be herself without a fright,



So, she travelled a long way to see the light.
She kept herself busy in her new place,
Helping others and making a living for her own space,
It occurred to her that she had to be both humble and bold,
That's when she found the light right next to her sword.
Her journey didn't stop in finding her spark,
She knew there are others who lived in the dark,
The girl who loved the light?
Tale is that she became the knight of light.
                    -JMJ

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