Poetry & Art

Be Still, My Love

Be still

my love

for there’s no place to be.

You mustn’t rush or

hurry about

for the best will come

you’ll see.

Wind in your hair

sunlight shining through.

So much more then

just glimpses of you.

Soak it all in

and sigh it all out.

For your

time is coming

and there

is no doubt.

A love

like no other,

simple and pure.

One to forget

the broken heart

from before.

Stay still

my love.

Don’t rush.

For what you are

is what will come.

Stay on your path

and keep

shining your light

for one day

you’ll meet

a love that is right.

Until then,

you must

see

that love is closer

then it

appears to be.

 

 

 

 

Author: Melissa Fino
Email: [email protected]
Author Bio: Melissa L. Fino is a defiant high school dropout who went on to receive her master’s in social work from the University of Southern California. Melissa applies her life experience with unexpected challenges and numerous insecurities to empower women to let go of the negative in their lives and embrace the positive. Currently, she is the CEO of LoveYourLife Community, a worthiness coach for women, writer, blogger and speaker. Melissa resides in San Diego, but frequents the East Coast to return to her childhood hometown and Portugal, to spend quality time with her mother. Follow Melissa on Facebook and Instagram @loveyourlifecommunity.
Link to social media or website: http://www.loveyourlifecommunity.com

 

 

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by Melissa Fino

Melissa L. Fino is a defiant high school dropout who went on to receive her master’s of social work from the University of Southern California. Currently, she is the CEO of LoveYourLIfe Community, a worthiness coach for women, writer, blogger and speaker. Melissa applies her life experience with unexpected challenges and numerous insecurities to empower women to let go of the negative in their lives and embrace the positive. Melissa resides in sunny San Diego, California.


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