All That I Am


I am not a collection, a distraction or toy.

I am not a disposable, a reaction or ploy.

I am a woman, unique to embrace.

I am not my skin, my hair or my race.

I’m not a runner-up, or a compromise.

I’m not second rate or a consolation prize.

Take time to notice, and you will see,

There is so much more to just being me.

I am a soul to be cherished and loved.

I am designed to be, a gift from above.

I am elegance, and your mirror it’s true.

Dignity and respect I reflect back to you.

I am not meant to be recycled and reused.

I am not meant to be broken and bruised.

But if I have scars, I’ll need this from you.

Love me each day and don’t hold back.

Show me my self worth is still intact.

Remind me I’m your adventure and your destination.

Remind me I am enough, to hold your attention.

Be the pillar of strength, I need in a man.

And in return I will give you, all that I am.

All rights reserved (c) 2017,
Christine Stillin


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Welcome to my blog. I wanted a platform in which I could share with you some of my inspirations and some pieces of life along my journey. Some if it is poetry, some may be a short story or pictures but it is all seen through new eyes of perspective. I got in a bad accident on a Friday the 13th of November, 2015. Since then an amazing chain of events has led me to this point of my life. I have completely transformed.  This blog  is my way of showing love, gratitude and appreciation to those involved. I would also like to bring light and love to the world around me with some of the little pieces of inspiration that is all around us. I hope that you enjoy browsing around. 

Thank you all for stopping by. Stay inspired!

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In This Moment


Do I laugh?
Or, do I cry?
Wait too long,
It passes by.

Tell the truth?
Or, do I lie?
I will not live,
Afraid to die.

Live with more?
Or, simplify?
But love with all,
You have inside.

Begin again?
Or, die inside?
A space between,
A place to hide.

Ride the wave?
Or, change the tide?
Hang on tight,
Enjoy the ride.

Puppet strings?
Or, learn to fly?
I'll set my sights,
Up to the sky.

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Possessions or Perspective?

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I thought I had a rough day today…things in my world kept going wrong. My perspective changed on the way home from the gym tonight when I saw a billow of smoke coming from a town home. First of all, no one was hurt. After the chaos settled, I mentioned to a bystander how hard it is to lose all of the things you feel you own, in just one moment.  I thought back to a time in my life where I did lose about 80% of everything I possessed. While it was sad, a lot of memories, clothes, pictures and heirlooms were lost. Initially, it was devastating. Shortly after I equated that they were “things and stuff” and realized I couldn’t take that stuff with me. I have my life and my health and whatever I need I will find. I made it through somehow. I believe it changed my perspective on my life in general. Things happen, but you need to find your silver lining sometimes to help you through. Material things are just that, “things” that are mostly replaceable. But life, everyday, good or bad is still irreplaceable and irreversible! Appreciate each event, trial or triumph for what it is. Learn from it if there is a lesson being taught. How you respond becomes the pages of your life. Life…there is that word again! Don’t forget to live it! We are here to live and experience every emotion and feeling. Success, achievement, love, loss, happiness, pain, life and death. Embrace what you don’t know. You may not always understand it right then. But when you look back and see things from a different perspective, it will show you your strengths and weaknesses.  Find your way on this journey to use those things to become your best self. Stay inspired!


Self Love


Pain begat tears,
That showed us our fears.
Which begat the change,
That started from pain.
To show us the love,
Begat from above;
With the courage to take
The actions to make,
In order to create
A different fate.
So the love that we share
Becomes the cross that we bare;
By turning our pain
Into love once again.

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Broken Math

I started to veer off my path.
It started to get so dark.
I started to multiply my ego,
And then subtract my heart.
As it stands now, I have changed.
I no longer can accept,
They way I used to equate love,
Was filled with remorse and regret.
If only for a moment,
I added up all the pain,
It left me feeling shallow,
Drowning in tears of rain.
Shattered my self worth,
In the end was left alone
To pick up the pieces,
Of the love I wasn't shown.
I'm sure a few were missing.
I double checked my math,
From when I gave my love away,
They never gave it back.

All rights reserved (c) 2017, Christine Stillin

Authentic Love


 I don't express my feelings,
 By what's outlined in a book.
 I can't always decipher,
 What is meant by every look.
 My love is authentic.
 My heart, it beats true.
 So I don't understand,
 Why it's all black and blue.
 I trust and I love.
 And I share what is dear.
 I live and I've learned,
 to face my fears.
 Yet, over and over,
 I am left on my own
 To find a new way,
 On a path all alone.
 On the day that love finds me.
 I hope I still have a heart.
 It's been mangled and beaten
 and torn all apart.
 Revive it and nurture,
 Can we make a new start?
 Bleed less for things of anger,
 Envy or greed.
 And more for the beginning.
 It all starts with a seed.
 All rights reserved (c) 2017, Christine Stillin

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