Wildflower or weed
Both come from seed
Both grow wild
Wherever they please

Who determines
Which is which

The uncultivated weed
Does not seem to care
That it’s not valued
By cultivated humans
Perhaps it’s unaware
It is considered
Less than the wildflower
Growing next to it

In spite of it’s unpopularity
The weed keeps right on Providing
Pollen, nectar, and seeds
For insects, birds and
Other creatures

Ignoring attempts to
Keep it on the sidelines
The weed proudly
Holds it’s head high
And continues to climb

Maybe we
Should learn a few things
From the lowly weed

E.A. Fussell
05.31.2023

You are

At this very moment

Right smack-dab

In the middle

Of your own

Field of diamonds

Acres and acres of diamonds

Others may be able to see

Your diamonds

But you are the only one

Who can mine them

The only thing stopping you

Is you

E.A. Fussell

05.30.2023

In the living of life we will each face a variety of experiences. Some good, some bad, some happy, some sad. The rocks strewn along our path can be deceiving. At first glance they may look like obstacles. When we pause for a moment and look closer we may see that they are actually there to elevate us; if we step up on the rock we can see farther. Or maybe they offer a solid surface as a good place to rest for a moment before continuing on our journey.

Yes, there will be times rocks are just obstacles. But when we learn to pause on our path, take in the full scope of the scenery surrounding us, look at things differently than our immediate reaction, we may find a blessing in disguise.

E.A. Fussell

05.29.2023

(People have to go through trials and tribulations to get where they at. Do your thing – continue to rock it – because obviously, God wants you here. Kendrick Lamar)

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it’s going to hurt.

Let go, heal, wait for someone who loves you. They will show up when you least expect it. When you hug them there will be no pain, they will feel like home.

E.A. Fussell

05.28.2023

I am equal to you
You are equal to her
She is equal to him
He is equal to me
Etcetera for infinity

Mix it up anyway you like
I’m not special or separate
You’re not special or separate
We are equal

E.A. Fussell
5.19.2023

Six decades of life

You pulled my strings

Made me dance 

To all the tunes you sing

Pride

Guilt

Fear

Vanity

Greed

Pleasure

Judgement

You wove those strings 

Through my mind

Exploiting every weakness 

You could find 

Caused me to waste 

A lot of love 

And so much time

I can’t turn back the clock

Undo the damage done

I don’t know how much 

Time is left

But at the end 

You will not have won

It took a lifetime

For me to find 

The scissors to cut

These strings that bind

I’ve figured it out

I’m sharpening the blade 

It’s time to set right

This mess you’ve made

With each string that’s cut

More Light shines through 

Pushing back the darkness

Your lies can no longer  

Hide the Truth

As time brings in another year

I remember who I am

And why I’m here

You’re a part of me

I cannot completely 

Release you

But I can surely 

Release me

You will always be there

Whispering in my ear

Trying to get my attention 

No longer the puppeteer 

You’re only one aspect 

Of my multi faceted self

As the strings are cut

I do not fall

Light gets brighter

I rise higher 

Thru it all 

Standing up

By letting go

I will diligently hold

The scissors ready

To cut new strings 

You try to sew

Reminding myself

You’re not as important 

As you would have me think 

You are no longer 

In control

You’re just 

My old 

Ego

E.A. Fussell

05.18.2023

Self-reflection can be daunting. Looking at ourselves, really looking, with eyes that see clearly. We realize that often what we see in ourselves, and others, is distorted by fear. Miracles happen when we learn to look through eyes of love. 💗

E.A. Fussell

05.03.2023