Tag: hope

Rest Assured

by Rhobie Toussaint, posted in Creative Writing

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

Within Me

by Rhobie Toussaint, posted in Creative Writing

I found love within myself. 

It wasn’t something that was easy or happened overnight, but rather took a lot of patience and a lot of time. It was countless days of telling myself that what happened was not completely my fault. It was nights of reminding myself that I am capable of being loved. I am worthy of being loved, even if the words of others suggested otherwise. 

It took time for me to understand that trying to find fulfillment in others never end well. People leave, and when they do, I am left with my own self — my self to work on, my self to appreciate, my self to love. 

I taught myself how to love again. 

Not desperately for I risk not being valued, and not helplessly for I could end up loving someone I never should’ve. I had to teach myself that it’s crucial to know my worth and to respect myself. And the same respect I have for myself is the same respect I deserve from anyone who claims to love me.

I had to truly understand that I must love myself fully, before I try to love another. I had to understand that the only way to know how someone else should love me is if I know how to love myself first. 

I found faith within myself again. 

Faith, and hope, that the last time will not be like the next because of what has changed in my life and what has changed in me. It will get better because I will not let myself remain on the ground. It won’t be the same experience next time because now I know. I know that the pain I feel is temporary. I know now how to treat myself. I know that if I don’t have hope, and if I do not have faith, then there is nothing to hold on to anymore. 

I learned how to love again. 

I learned how to love myself again. 

I reminded myself to hold on to hope, and to hold on to faith. 

And I couldn’t be prouder of who I’ve become.

 

I suppose that this piece is a different version of the one I posted last week. A friend of mine told me that people are often in the mindset that someone else has to save them. I personally can recall times when someone else has helped me through a difficult situation, but I think it’s important for people to understand that it doesn’t always have to be that way. You don’t always have to wait for the knight in shining armor or someone to dig you out of the hole. 

In life, there will (or at least that has been the case for me) be people who help you along the way, but never forget the power that you have in yourself.

Pure

by Rhobie Toussaint, posted in Creative Writing

You taught me what it’s like to truly be loved.  

You showed me that it goes beyond saying “I love you” and a few kind words, but is demonstrated through actions. You were never condescending to me, nor did you ever mock or belittle me. You uplifted me, constantly encouraging me to try my hardest, and to always recognize how far I’ve come.

You stayed even when I was at my lowest, even when you were upset, even when the situation seemed nearly hopeless. You didn’t leave. Instead, you assured me that you weren’t going anywhere, and you handled each seemingly hopeless situation with diligence. 

I don’t have to assume that you love me, I know you do. I see it through your care for me, through your patience, through your loyalty. 

You taught me how to love again. 

Not recklessly, desperately, or helplessly, but to love and have respect for myself, and to love someone who has respect for me. You reminded me to love fully, but before I do, to know whether or not what, or who, it is that I’m about to love is good for me or is worth it. 

“Understand this,” you told me. “When you give your all into something or someone, it will not always be easy. Some days will be significantly more difficult than others. Make sure that who you are loving, and what you put your energy in is not simply draining you or bringing you down.” 

I carry those words with me until this very day.  

You reminded me to have hope and faith. 

You emphasized that the broken heart of mine will not remain the same forever, and that even though it is broken, I am not. You helped me understand that we are all subject to hurt and pain, but we must not dwell on it, but rather grow from it, and to have faith that it will get better. 

You taught me love. True love. Pure love.

You reminded me not to neglect faith, and not to neglect hope. 

And for that, you will never be forgotten. 

This creative writing piece isn’t necessarily about a personal experience of mine, but I do feel that the lessons the character learned from the other are lessons that we should all learn, if it something not known already.    

To have love that is pure, I think, is such as beautiful thing. Growth, to me, is also beautiful. 

Miracles

by Rhobie Toussaint, posted in Creative Writing, Experience

I believe in miracles.

I believe in miracles because there are things that even science can’t explain, things that are beyond our level of understanding.

Take the beginning of the world, for instance. Some people believe in the Big Bang Theory, and some believe that God, or a higher power, created it all. Either way, the fact that everything exploded into place or that a higher power caused there to be light and darkness seems unfathomable, even with what science has to say about it.

I believe in miracles because I’ve heard stories of things that shouldn’t be possible, and I’ve experienced things that shouldn’t be possible.

How is it that someone’s newborn can be alive after the doctors declared the baby dead?

How is it that a car crashed into an electrical pole, nearly caught on fire, was a total loss and not one person comes out the vehicle with a broken bone?

How is it that someone’s sickness is eradicated without any medical treatment?

My answer: Miracles.

There is too much out in the world to rule anything out. There is too much in the world to go strictly by what science says. There are discoveries to be made, species not yet identified, concepts not yet grasped, so why should the very idea of miracles existing be anything less than logical?

It shouldn’t.

Even in T.V shows or movies, there are characters who hope for their situation to turn around, even when there’s every indication that the situation will remain the same. With the endless possibilities out in the universe, there is very little that is truly impossible.

I believe in miracles because they make sense. They make sense because so much happens that we don’t know, things that to us don’t make sense.

Besides, believing (in non-violent things) never hurt anyone anyway.

 

Believe

by Rhobie Toussaint, posted in Creative Writing

They said she couldn’t. They thought she wouldn’t. Yet she believed.

She believed in herself even when no one else did.

Day after day, she put 110 percent in every task she completed, her work, and her craft.

Day after day, she received criticism.

Day after day, she received judgment.

She took the words within each critique to improve.

She used the judgement as motivation.

She didn’t hesitate to take on the world, with faith and hope helping her every step of the way.

She believed, for she had nothing to prove to the world,

But everything to prove to herself.