Friday, January 10, 2014

Peace is....

Being gentle with yourself;

being gentle with others;

forgiving people;

forgiving yourself.

Peace is making painful choices but trusting the outcome;

not allowing others to control your emotions;

smiling at a stranger;

sleeping through the night.

Peace is shedding guilt;

laughing at yourself;

crying tears of any kind, and letting it all out;

picking yourself up off the floor.

Peace is never living at war with yourself.

Peace is realizing what people think of you is none of your business.

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

A Poem for Tuesday...

Red Lipstick at a Vintage Bar

In borrowed heels, her Mama’s dress
She walks to the bar alone,
One last spray of cheap perfume
Trickles down her collar bone…

Walks up the stairs, into the room
And she always looks the same,
Her hands clenched behind her skinny back
Her troubled little frame…

Well no one said her life was easy,
But they’ve never stopped to ask
Where is it she comes from?
Is she ever going back?

Red lipstick on her restless smile, and
You can see it in her wrists,
Pulsing faster as she finds him
Drinking whiskey with a twist….

He’s tried before to save her,
To mend her injured heart,
Still he swears he’ll never quite give up,
You know he’s loved her from the start…

Her hidden scars that no one sees,
Warm blood that no one feels,
He knows her soul’s gorgeous mess,
He knows her pain is real…

Fastened eyes across the room
The band plays a tune so blue,
With shivered lips she mouths the words,
 “Boy, this song was made for me and you…”

Her fingers start to tremble now
And she reaches for his hands,
She prays that he won’t let her down,
For this is her first dance…

She’d never trust a man before
Enough to hold her in his arms,
But something in his deep green eyes
Ignites a vicious charm….

He spins and twirls and lifts her up
He knows she’s his for sure,
But something stops, she pulls away
And she rushes to the door…

Well no one said her life was easy
but they never stop to ask,
Where is it she’s going to?
Is she ever coming back?

-Holly Amber Wolti

Thursday, January 2, 2014

On change....

“You know, sometimes all you need is twenty seconds of insane courage, literally just twenty seconds of embarrassing bravery….

I haven’t written here in a while…. It’s not because I haven’t wanted to, and it’s certainly not because I haven’t had the words to say, but it’s because I’ve been doing a lot of my writing in private. I tend to think that even though a lot of my life is an open book that I’m so eager to share, some pieces need to be held closely for a while, like a balloon string in my tightly clenched fist, until I’m ready to let it go and let the world own it, view it, and talk about it. But oftentimes, the fear of letting it go is what holds people back.

I’m learning to understand this, though…figuring out how to be more accepting of opinions, judgment, everything else the world will do with your life, and sometimes it can be overwhelming. But why?  Is change as terrifying as we all think it is? Is it something that covers us, shields us, and prevents our hearts from taking a chance, our pens from writing the truth, our songs from being heard? Or is change the finest thing that could ever happen? Is it the most liberating sensation when you feel the weight lifted, the shift of one emotion to the next? Is change most electrifying when it opens the door to new light, new colors, new people and a whole new world? Is it ok for your hands to shake when you flip the page to the next chapter of your life? Or is change something that stirs your whole body up, leaving you confused, scared, and afraid to show the world the new you? My answer is this….. Who honestly cares? Does it really matter in the grand scheme of things if you don’t have everyone’s approval? No. All that matters is that you approve of yourself, and whether or not you are ready to change is up to you. If you want to let your heart bleed out, leaving bright red drops as you walk daringly into your new life, then you should.  

Every now and then, you just need to be fearless enough to make that decision, and right now, I’m so thankful for my brave heart.

And I promise you, something great will come of it”