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Slow Down Time by Christine Samad

Longing for connection and fellowship

With nature,

For guidance and maturity.

Longing for compassion and kinship

With hearts that are sure,

And minds of clarity.

The root of man

Lies within energy,

Go under the sadness and find

The seed

Of new growth,

Of love renewed.

Practice patience.

Release control

The ever-changing universe

Is still and quiet.

©Christine Samad 2021

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Hyperfocus by Christine Samad






Heavy feelings

Dragging through the sludge

Searching for self-love

And acceptance.

Willing and ready

For things not to feel so dense

This weight I have been holding has felt weightless,

But I looked down

And saw the bottomless pit.  I had not sensed

That I had fallen.

I had not sensed the gravity.

Struggling to hold it all in and up

It burst, crumbled and consumed,

The room

Disillusioned and dazed


By the unseen darkness of the past

And the shadows of the future.

The ghosts of my pain

The inescapable empathy

And compassion, for even those who have wronged me.

I feel alone and unknown

Without illusion.

©Christine Samad 2021

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Plant a Seed by Christine Samad

I am beautifully and wonderfully made.

I deserve to experience love, joy, peace and belonging.

I deserve kindness and compassion.

I deserve to express myself as my whole self with no expectations or reservations of “better” or comparison to any other being.

I deserve to chase my dreams wholeheartedly.

I deserve to love and be loved without fear, but with trust.

My scars, while they may leave a mark deserve to be healed, nourished and nurtured.

A seed of healing and love should be planted in each scar so that a bountiful harvest blooms forth creating an ecosystem for sweet nectar and honeybees.

I have the power to shape my future and my world with the light and love that radiates from my heart.

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Note to Self by Christine Samad

I give you permission to enjoy life.

I give you permission to not always get everything right.

You do not have to fight.

Let your hopes take flight and the sun will shine bright,

and when it is night,

Do not dwell on the plights…

Focus on the morning sun that will rise,

There is no prize.

Just the present that you have surmised.

The years that you have cried will nourish the future.

As you blossom.

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Awaken by Christine Samad

When the waves roll in

And wash over,

They do not just push,

They also pull.

Sway to the movement,

Stumble on the ocean floor,

Crash through

The cymbal, the steady beat,

The steady shake and hum of cicadas in the trees,

The distant reverberation of the unknown.

The quiet chitter of flitting wings,

Gleeful Anticipation,

The silent predator hovers in the sun,

At first a rustle, and then, the wind whirls a gust…

It is a beautiful day for creation.

The clouds accumulate

And dissipate


The tempo fades and quiets.

The wind pushes forth encouragement.

“Onward. Onward.”

Keep Writing.

©Christine Samad 2021

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A Note from the Artist, Christine Samad

These poems and artwork are a part of a very personal series. As a child I was in foster care, and as an adult, I have used art and poetry to heal from personal trauma and the effects of my experiences. I have created beautiful colors and stories in times of anxiety, grief and sadness. These paintings represent my own story, which has been hidden for so long, and represents my precious sense of self as I grow and change.

Nature is at the root of my artwork.  There is a life, vitality and spirit that I want to bring out with color, lines and patterns.  Flowers have many layers, and their soft, crisp petals represent what is hidden and sacred.  Yet flowers bear fruit and connect the world around them.  For a long time, I have been painting red flowers from my imagination. They are precious flowers and represent a hidden beauty behind the survivors of trauma. The red anemones represent the precious things and memories I have lost as a young person who had to process too much, too soon.  I have used the tears of heartache to water and nourish myself. I take comfort in nature and natural elements.  With each layer and detail that I create, I hope to spark and inspire, beauty, wonder, hope and creativity.  There is a balance of darkness and light.  An expression of spirit and emotion.

Trees have always fascinated me. Their roots run wild under and above ground. There is a life and strength budding from inside of the bark. The warrior spirit of a tree is inspiring to me. We think of trees as brown bark, but if you look closely, you will see moss and life sprouting everywhere.  Other life is intermingled with shades of green, blue and red.  Spanish moss hangs down.  Palm leaves surround.  Squirrels jump branch to branch.  There is beauty in all the shades of browns and greens.  Trees experience life and death and are renewed again with leaves and fruit. The rings inside of their spirit tell their age, but also their story. The way that light reflects off their leaves brings in new hope, not hope for something new, but hope that something that already exists can continue to be.

Personally, fall has been marked as a season of shedding dead leaves. I have had to reexamine my own life to deal with anxiety and trauma that I never had the opportunity to admit I experience.   I have been through a lot of experiences that have affected my motivation and self-esteem. Still, there are secrets that have been kept from me, and many unknowns still exist.  But with therapy, and support from my husband, I feel like I can share parts of my story. There are sad parts, painful, dark parts. But my hope is that my story and my art can provide hope and light and understanding to people who need understanding and encouragement.

Nature has a cycle of hibernation, death and rebirth.  I use the warmth of the sun to heal and spring forward.

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When the Sun Sets by Christine Samad

When the sun sets, is work truly done?

The glistening ones sweat and hum

From day to dusk.

“One day there will be no more of us.”

Nature should remain untouched.

Enjoy the hush of leaves rustling in the wind.

Let the light of dawn show you where to begin.

There comes a time to unfurl the vine,

Follow to the depths, says the sage of an anxious mind,

Struggling to put danger unseen behind,

To release what binds.

The truth of what you will find

Will be bittersweet,

A tinge of grief and relief,

To be loved and abused,

Simultaneously, to be stung and subdued.

Boundaries are only contested by the accused.

The guilty cower as the sun illuminates the ruse.

Be brave as your spark lights the fuse.

©Christine Samad 2021

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