Rest Assured

Rest Assured: Poem by Rhobie

when the stars don’t seem to align,

and the glamour starts to fade

when your world is changing

and you’re losing your grip on everything

when you’re wishing for the best

but it seems to get worse

rest assured

for the stars will align again

and there will be a new light

Your world will make a little more sense

and you’ll learn not to hold on so tight

hope will bring about strength

circumstance will get better

rest assured,

rest assured.


I wrote this piece last weekend after a very long, stressful week. Honestly, this has been such a weird time for me. Overall, I’m doing pretty okay, but there have been so many uncertainties and curveballs lately that I have barely been able to process. For me, this poem is a reminder that everything will work out the way it’s supposed to, even if it doesn’t feel that way in the moment.

I hope that this poem can serve as that reminder for you too. Sometimes, life gets really hard. It could be that someone who was in your life for a really long time suddenly isn’t, something you were working on for a long time fails, or you find yourself in some kind of other difficult situation. Understand that all things have a weird way of working out. So during those time I hope you lean on your supporters, your faith, or whatever positive keeps you going. Rest assured- this too shall pass.

With so much love,

Rhobie

Joy

The joy in my heart is one I can’t explain

Life has its challenges, but I feel no need to 

complain 

No longer do i feel far from happiness

no, I don’t resent my scars 

I am content with where I am 

and my accomplishments, 

thus far

I am excited for all that is ahead of me 

excited for what I am experiencing

Filled with faith 

and optimism 

even Towards the things I’ve yet

to see.

The joy in my heart is one I can’t explain

and I hope that you too will be so 

overwhelmed 

with happiness, 

that you can also say

 the same. 


Hi! I know it’s been a while. I’ve been adjusting to changes and whatnot (we do be in college now). Like the poem above indicated, I’m happy. Everything isn’t perfect of course, but I’m happy with where I’m at. I have a cool roomate, I’m doing well in my classes, and I’ve identified the things I want to work on. So really, I can’t complain. I know that there are many out there who can’t say the same, which sucks. But I’m so grateful and glad to be… cómo se dice…thriving.

To those who are doing well: we love to see it. Joy looks great on you. To those who aren’t quite there yet: I hope that changes soon. Or, at the very least, you’re able to learn something from an non-ideal situation. There’s a verse I like a lot which says, “weeping may endure for a night, but joys come in the morning” (Psalm 30:5).

Wishing you all the best,

Rhobie ❤

Better

better: a poem by rhobie


maybe it would be easier to just give up now

in the midst of what seems to be

endless trials and trials and tribulations

because everyday feels like a struggle;

every day is filled with constant pain.

maybe it would just be easier to call it quits

Hide and lock away before it gets too difficult,

It’s too uncontrollable

unmanageable and uncomfortable.

maybe it would just be easier to stop here,

To stop right now

because tomorrow and the day after that

Is a turmoil of never getting better.

but your story doesn’t have to end here now

you don’t have to avoid taking the risk

you don’t have to avoid love

because you’re afraid of heartbreak.

the best is yet to come

and better days are coming

if you fight for it

You will strive for it

and have faith that it will be.


I wrote this poem last weekend. Inspiration hit, and I was happy that it did because it has been a while since I’ve been writing consistently (life is crazy like that sometimes). Slowly but surely, I’m getting some things together, and part of that is simply writing more as it is my way to cope, express myself, help and inform others, and pass time.

I hope that the message in this piece resonates with anyone who needs it, or can serve as a source of reference when life gets difficult.

Here’s to perseverance, faith, and taking chances ❤

Feel

By Rhobie Toussaint

feel.

That joy you think you aren’t worthy of?

Feel it.

Feel it even if you think you’ve messed up too many times and you believe the last thing you should be feeling is happiness. Even if the thought of enjoying yourself and enjoying a moment for once seems unfathomable-

feel it.

Even if joy is the newest concept to you, feel it. It’s okay; you can feel good. You can smile. You can let your heart be filled with joy.

Feel.

Or if it’s that sadness, that aching pain you’ve been trying ignore, feel it.

Let it out. Cry, let the tears fall. Sob.

Shout from the top your lungs. Pray. Feel it.

You can angrily write or find a shoulders to lean on, but feel it.

Even though it hurts; even though it seems unbearable; even if the thought of you breaking down is the scariest thing in the world; Feel it.

Having feelings and accepting them does not make you weak. It makes you human.

It’s human to feel.

So feel it.


Often times we don’t let ourselves feel. Perhaps it’s because we prefer to keep our walls up, or because we don’t deserve it, or because we’ve been told not to, the list of possibilities go on and on. So I wanted to write this piece to emphasize that it’s okay to feel. It’s okay to feel joy or sadness or anger. It does us no good to hold it all in.

 

Let yourself feel, even if it hurts, even if you’ve been told not to because like I said previously, feeling simply makes you human.

 

Don’t be afraid to feel.

Sparrow

Sparrow, 

His eyes are on you

Just as they are on me

He will guide you, 

Just as he has guided me.

Sparrow, 

Do not be afraid

Of life

Of death

Of all things in between

For even when you can’t fly anymore,

Oh sparrow

Know that you will end up in a better place, 

A happier place,

A peaceful place. 


 

Recently, I wrote this poem after reading the short story, “The Happy Prince” in my literature class.  A sparrow was one of the characters that appeared in the story. Although the poem is not based on the story itself, the idea of writing this stemmed from the sparrow character from the story and the song, “His Eyes Are On The Sparrow.” I want this poem to be short and soothing while emitting a sense of peace. 


photo from: https://ebird.org/species/houspa