Ask yourself, what have I done with my life? what have I achieved or changed or contributed to. I have noticed most people who have reached a certain age, have no proof they have lived a long life other than the age on their passport. M L Wood
Tag: poet
The Blessing of Language
The gift of language is both a blessing and a curse. How perverse it is to behold the beauty of expressing love and joy, whilst on the other hand suffering through the pain of negative self talk. – M L Wood
2019 In Words – M L Wood
Here are some prose and poems of mine from 2019. “How bewildering it is to look into your own eyes and see such sorrow.” “She loves the simplest things in life. Freshly bloomed flowers and the sound of rain on her roof at night. Yet, she chose me, a broken thing.” “I […]
The Tree & The River
“The tree is oh so envious of the river. It flows so elegantly past, all day. Yet, the tree does not know. The river envies the tree. Watching it sway so eloquently, blooming into life throughout the seasons.” The Growth Philosophy
How Are You?
A man steps out of his work vehicle and takes a deep breath. He looks up at the trees lining the street of his favourite coffee shop. They were a little more beautiful than usual today for some reason. He closes the door and picks up his work bag. He walks toward the coffee shop […]
My Dear Jessica
How do I best communicate my love for you my dear Jessica? I have not the words, I cannot think of the deed. What a perilously wonderful experience. To feel you in my soul when I am not with you. To want to share my every cell with yours till the end of time. The […]
Be Yourself
Trying to be normal, whatever that is, is like trying to breathe underwater. Ultimately futile. Be yourself.
Dont Be Afraid of Life
If you’re afraid to take risks, to get out of your comfort zone. You’re not just afraid of death, you’re afraid of life.
Drowning – By M L Wood
“My flooded mind swims with thoughts of you, Drowning in a blissful love, I cling to them like a raft.” – M L Wood
Share Your Medicine – By M L Wood
“I believe most people have their own inner song to sing to the world, a form of medicine. Yet most go to their graves with that song still within them. To me, that’s tragic.” – M L Wood
