Better it be in the heaven

Do you believe it?
When someone says you are good.
I don’t.
But I want to.

Think of it this way,
My personal earth mother said.
It’s not a judgment,
It’s a kindness.

Emotion surged,
The sign of enlightenment gained.

Forever now,
I will tide this kindness on a balloon,
Every time I receive praise.

Let it go where the angels and I know,
Rather it be in the heaven,
Than it becomes attached to me.

Opening My Can of Turmoil

This me now,
It’s not the real me.

I miss my happy self,
The girl who didn’t know how to hate herself,
The girl who didn’t know how to hurt herself,
The girl who didn’t know how to hide herself.

With my can of turmoil opened,
I can smell my happy self coming back.