Here’s to…

Here’s to the dreamer in you That doesn’t know how to give up 

That thru the tears and frustrations 

Continues to fight 
Here’s to the fighter in you 

Whose tenacity propels you forward 

To places that you never even dreamed of 

Whose strength compares to no other 

Because to what some is broken to others it’s shedding dead skin 
Here’s to the believer in you 

Whose faith in self and others allows you to keep moving forward when all you see is an abyss 

Seeking for something that no one else sees 
Here’s to the lover in you 

Who continues to believe in people 

Who continues to fight for all those values that today seem unicorn like 

Who dream and achieve exactly what they are seeking 
Here’s to you 

Here’s to me 

For trying everyday to be 




Here’s for getting up every time we get knocked down 

For defying the labels and stigmas attached to every “failure” 

For pushing past the insignificant shadows and nay Sayers 

For liberating ourselves of all the dead weight 

Here’s for being human 

And erring every step of the way 

And allowing the tears to wash away the pain to be 




Here’s to us! 

Faith and Hope

I lost my faith a long time ago And everyday I find hints of it 

In the faces of those I love 

In vague faces of humanity 

In the essence of the earth 

In the mere coincidences of life 
It’s easy to loose hope in humanity 

When darkness tries with all its might to succumb you 

I find light in words 

I find light in simple gestures 

I find light in warm embraces 
Fragile creatures are hope and faith 

When us mere humans place them on names and places 

Names of individuals that have no hold on us 

Places that hold no stake for us 
In the name of hope and faith I have done a number of things 

Some that have made me who I am 

And some that I regret with all of my being 
I have learned that I am a child of the wind and the ocean 

And I must have faith in the constant change they continuously provide me 

But find hope that they guide me in the way I am suppose to 

And at the strongest and deepest of changes, I have no one to hold my hand but me


A trail of memories I live behind 

Packed with laughter and tears 

I feel like a kid with no roots 

Constantly moving from here to there 

Constantly loosing this or that 

Constantly feeling like I am not enough 

I use to love change and endless possibilities but now I am full of fear afraid that this moment is it that this very moment will not exist again 

I don’t know how to feel

My life in boxes full of memories 

Friday night thoughts in bed 

The hardest part of relaxing is just that relaxing! 

After going at a thousand miles an hour all day, constantly making decisions and talking to about a hundred people 

After your brain keeps going of what to do next, how you are going to this,how you will fix that 

After constantly planning and multi tasking 

Relaxing seems so hard! 

Unwinding and just being seems so difficult 

Your brain wants to keep going keeping running on E but your body just doesn’t cooperate 

But I am not busy enough for some people 

My life is not hectic enough 

But my body tells me otherwise 

My story 

My life has been written in pages of books unknown Unknowingly I made bestsellers for others with my sweat and tears 

Page turners cliff hangers 

But I never make it past a few chapters in the books 

It’s time to stop the guest appearances in everyone’s else’s story 

No more pen names 

It’s my story to write it’s my story to tell 

From my perspective 

My point of view 

Growing up…nope! 

All this time rushing To be here in this place 

Being called a grown up 

And words as maturity and responsibilities 

Are constantly thrown around 

If I had known that this is what growing up consistent of 

I would have made sure to scrap my knees a few more time 

Climbed a few more trees every chance I got 

Dance a little longer 

Laughed a little harder 

Because all this wishing and praying to be an adult 

For what? 

To add on the struggles of those who raised me 

Nope I am good 

Let me be 5 and read about picture books and eat some ice cream and watch some cartoons 

A place where responsibility was washing my face and eating my dinner 

RAndom thoughts 

Maybe I am just a little different Maybe caring for others and their feelings is just too much to ask 

Too much to ask to consider others and how things may affect them 

Maybe I care too much 

Maybe I don’t care enough 

Maybe it’s the idea of expecting things to fall into place 

But which one is the wrong one expecting or that things fall into place 

It’s the thin line between being a sucker and being positive I guess! 

Maybe changing is the one thing that needs to happen because this being me thing doesn’t seem to be working out!