I can fly!

Listen, I am no longer that caterpillar which most called ugly.  I am a beautiful butterfly! 

I don’t need or want to stay within the confines of my old cocoon.  I have gone through my metamorphosis but I’m not ashamed of my past.

It’s still me!  My pains and my sorrows have not broken me. Every shed tear reminded me of what I had forgotten. I know now that I have always had these wings deeply secured within me. Today I can spread my wings out and I can fly!

While many dazzle at the beauty of my colors, you see me as an ugly creepy crawling insect. I am not. I am a beautiful butterfly and I can fly!!

Go! Run away! Leave me for all I care! You have no idea of the treasures I have hidden within the confines of my old cocoon.  And now you shall never know!! 

Hugs from Brooklyn,

Guady G

The Power of Love

Do you love?

It can lead to beautiful amazing gestures

But it can also make you a fool.

Some may go raving mad

So why does it entice and elate?

Who does relate?

Ear lobe anyone?

Love Guady G

Hugs from Brooklyn

Don’t say that!

Be more like your sibling!

Be more like him or her!

Don’t say that darling!

Realize your message sir!

You aren’t good enough!

You don’t matter!

Why not say “Do your best. Be your best self” ?

Why not say that?

Hmm!

Don’t Hate Me

I am a mere reflection of your most hated qualities, but please don’t hate me for them. We are kindred spirits so just love me!

Sending you hugs from Brooklyn. Just because you don’t see me or hear from me doesn’t mean I’m not here loving you.

Guady G.

Dear Avid

I miss reading your freshly written letters becoming words.

Those words that stroked me in places that others couldn’t

You sentenced me like no other.

I miss those exclamations and quotations!

What was it about you that makes me miss you till this day?

Your soft kisses? Maybe

Warm hugs? Perhaps!

The way your words would pleasure my greatest fantasy? Yes oh yes.

Our book has crinkly yellowing pages but I hold it dear. I’ll keep reading and rereading to pacify my desire for my most Avid reader.

I barely write these days for my words are muted without my beloved muse.

Wishing you a great new year. Perhaps your words find themselves into my inbox. If not I can always continue to dream.

With love Guady G

Sending much love to you and all my readers. Hugs from Brooklyn to keep you safe and warm.