personal growth poems

The Door | Fee Thomas

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Do you know the door to the hurt place?
The door in between no place and the great place?
The door where the owls don’t rest, but only the ravens
Who wait for those who don’t make it out
The door where moss quickly grows over live, beating hearts
Oh, do you know the door to the hurt place?
How it swings open without abandon threatening to swallow you whole
The door to…the hurt place which offers nothing but a tomb for transcendence
Do you know the door to the hurt place?
Enter it at once
Fear nothing
It holds the infinity of you.

Lifeworld | Haris Adhikari

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I tried my father’s shoes.
They were too big. Still
I kept trying them, as said.
But it did not help; I’ve not grown
as tall as he.
I also tried my brothers’
shoes, shirts and trousers.
They too were big. Still
I kept trying them, as said.
But it did not help; I’ve not grown
as tall as they.
Now, with a receding hairline,
and with a worldview of my own,
I’m growing more and more into
the reverse of my young resilience!
And I don’t have to fit into
a certain height, certain build. Lifeworld
taught me so in the end.

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Nowhere | Mary Steffen

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Nowhere
No care
Feel all alone
Real far
High star
Back on my own
Go for gold
Never old
Go out of place
Afraid now
Anyhow
This time and space

In Dark | Cattail Jester

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Stumble & stammer
I’ll find my way
there is a stone
inside me
that will not grind
itself away easily
some things in life
are worth the fight
a flush of anger
a core
to support worlds
building a structure
so the crawl may
be on knees,
shaken,
the path goes on
to the lighted mouth
of the yawning cave.

Tongue on the Tooth | JD DeHart

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Rolling my tongue
on my tooth, feeling
for broken or cracked
places, I realized life
has been a long
tangent of worries.
I’ve been working hard
to impress other
mortal beings, agonizing
over imagined problems
in my path.
There is more value in
peace, release, doing
the work I can moment
to moment instead
of these constant
injurious, fictitious thoughts.

Dormant | Cattail Jester

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Bustling, I free
myself
from friction inside
depending on
you
above all the rest
remaining:
focus on the positive
positive
I wake
to find a day
finding me
all over again,
goodbye
old fool
from 24 hours
before.

Lay Out | Sanjeev Sethi

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Intimacy with self
sparks a love affair
with élan vital.
The urge to associate,
to commiserate with
is appanage of those
who are domiciled
in the amphitheater
of actualization.
Altruism is
due to asperities
of earth dwellers.
To be a soft-shell
is to be rooted
in a reality
we should strive for.

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