To be over something feels so much better than to be:

Beside it
In it
Or what could be worst?
To be under it.
Stay under it and it’ll crush you
Be over it and you overcome!

Eva Santiago © 2017

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R.I.P.

My Troubles’ Funeral
We are gathered here today to pay respects to my troubles and say our last good-byes. Through troubles I’ve endured ,I learned many a valuable lesson and without them ,I would not be the person you know today. 
Good-bye to you dear insecurity, naive friend, that made me doubt everything. On account of doubt I learned to have faith in myself.

Good-bye tough times; though I made many mistakes, you built character in me, making me stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. 

Good-bye self-hate, because of you I love myself more. 

Good-bye little Miss forgotten , because once I emerged, no one has been able to forget me. 

Good-bye darkness, for now I see everything clearly in the light. 

Good-bye self disdain, now I can make better decisions… Because I respect myself as never before. You’ve been good to me. Thank you for being a brilliant teacher. But I have to leave you now, because I have to fulfill my purpose and be who God made me to be. 
I just hope that others can put their old troubles quickly to rest. There are more lessons to learn, and my old troubles are too tired and must be laid to rest,no longer suffering . 
Eva Santiago © 2017

Open/Shut

If not treated with great care

A heart that has opened wide

Will begin to close itself ever so slowly

The process is seldom over night

The closing is certain

Just like a sun flower which opens at dawn’s first light heart sunflower

And closes on the tail end of the sun’s rays

So behaves the human heart.

Eva Santiago copyright 2017

F.E.A.R. : false evidence appearing real

They taught us to fear everything .

I taught you that to fear is to be nothing

Don’t ever fear death

It comes soon enough 
They taught us to love yourself above all else

I taught you, lay down your life and the sky itself can’t contain you
They taught us to chase after the trappings of a fine life

I taught you never chase after those; they’ll trap and kill you before your time
They taught us white picket fences encircling stick houses make a heart glad

I taught you, make your heart glad by what fills your heart, your mind and your soul
They taught us to live, drink and be merry for tomorrow we all die

I taught you that in order to live, really live, one must first be buried in good soil in order to be brought back to life in due season and in due time.

Eva Santiago © 2017