Beyond the Stars & the Sea

“Beyond the Stars&the Sea”

By Cynthia Bustos

Beyond the stars, where galaxies ignite,

And oceans vast, in endless, starlit night,

A sorrow deep, a mournful, whispered plea,

Lamenting tears, eternally.

The cosmos sighs, a mournful, fading sound,

As tears fall down, on hallowed, sacred ground.

A whispered prayer, on winds that softly blow,

A lament for love, where shadows softly grow.

Across the void, a tear-stained, silent cry,

Echoes through the heavens, reaching to the sky.

For love betrayed, and dreams that fade away,

A poignant echo, lost in starlit day.

The universe weeps, with a gentle, tearful grace,

For broken hearts, in time and space.

A symphony of sorrow, soft and low,

Lamenting tears, beyond the stars and snow.

From distant worlds, a whispered, mournful tune,

A chorus of regret, beneath the moon.

The cosmos weeps, a testament to pain,

Lamenting tears, across the endless plain.

These silent tears, that fall on distant shores,

Reflect the ache, within life's open doors.

A timeless sorrow, etched in every star,

Lamenting tears, beyond the sea afar.

Love only

 If we are to live this life, then let it be with love only.

Love is like a ripple effect, in a pond where we watch them expand further out.

Many people are consumed by limited beliefs. Projecting themselves against principle thoughts, you have

limitless identity, so why not choose love? Become it, only it.

Flowers enduring the storm

 Some days she is fierce and can move mountains. She is unstoppable, climbing the unknown. With gentleness, descending slowly with confidence and pace. 

Yet some days, she is a storm bracing for waves that will push against her. Sailing a treacherous force that will pull her under, apprehensive to fight against those waves. 

Gentleness... is hope and hope allows her to stay still and her body will flow to the tides. I surrender my body and mind-this soul to the movements I cannot control. 

Eventually I'd see the rays of warmth that is the sun and a land peaked with luminous floral patched with lush green fields. 

This is my inner mind. 

About me

 | INFP | Artist | Gamer | Writer |

Hello, my name is Cyn. This is my public mental health and personal blog. 

This is my journey through anxiety. I find it interesting how we are all up for mental health advocation, but do we really air out our dirty laundry?

I find comfort in talking about my mind patterns, as well as the goal to practice self-compassion. 

Rewiring our minds to think positively and lessen those pesky catastrophic thoughts is not easy. 

But I am here to vouch for the comforting thought, that it is possible. For I have, experienced intervals of pleasant memories, as well as the bad ones. I learned that each time, I was “okay”. And, essentially, the tools are with me to conquer those over thinking patterns. For all the times where I felt I wasn’t okay, my various of hobbies keep me grounded.