Susan Joy

Sail on Silver girl Your time has come to shine.

Like a bridge over troubled water, I will lay me down.



🧜‍♀️❤️🐻

“Missed!” From My book of Poems

A generation missed, quiet and bright.

Girls who learned to mask by day and night.

Good grades, good manners, eyes that wouldn’t meet. So no one saw the struggle underneath.

They called it anxious, dramatic, too much feel.
Too sensitive because the looks seemed real.

The attention was given to a boy’s loud fight,
Not for the girls who faded out of sight.

They masked till masking became their name,
Till burnout and then nothing felt the same.

It wasn’t chance. It wasn’t small.
We failed them—system, standards, all.

SusanJoy

Because you loved me,
my soul was set free.
Your gift—loving me
for me—
was all I needed to just be.

So for this, I’m on bended knee
to thank you for all the times
you heard the same story yet again,
and sat with me in a presence
of peace, like the tinkling of a
soft wind chime.

Thank you for this grace and space.
This pure and unconditional
love feels like a precious gift
from above.

Thank you, thank you, thank you
for all your love. 🙏❤️🎂

Even the Ocean start’s its day with broken pieces of yesterday.

But the waves wash away everything for a fresh start.

Every day is a new beginning.

Every morning the sea wake’s up,
To the first day of its new life.

-Susan Joy

Beach

As I sit beneath this towering tree, its massive trunk precariously perched on the riverbank’s edge, I marveled at its resilience.

The creek’s gentle waters lapped, whispering secrets from the earth below. “You’re still standing for a reason.”

How did this ancient giant remain standing, defying gravity just hanging on the edge and surviving the whims of the wind?

As I gazed closer, I noticed a delicate network of roots, like fine lace where the large support roots used to lay. Just above a velvety vibrant green moss that carpeted the trunk, was a wonderment in itself.

It was as if the tree had adapted, finding a way to thrive despite its precarious position. The roots seemed to cling to the earth for dear life, while the tree’s sturdy trunk stood tall, a testament to its enduring spirit.

I felt a deep connection to this tree, seeing parallels between its struggles and my own. Like the tree, I had faced challenges that had left me feeling fragile, my foundation shaken. But I had learned to adapt, to find strength in the support of others. The tree’s roots, though diminished, were still anchored deep within the earth, drawing nourishment from the soil and the flowing water.

What is ART for?
“Art helps us recognise the part of us that we’ve neglected - the particular moods or ways of being that carry us, but are deeply underplayed in our lives.”

Remember, you are like the moon you can choose how, where and when you reveal yourself.

Be like the ocean
Calm but deep.

You hold the power, a choice so fine,
In every moment, a path divine.
No matter the past, no matter the pain,
You can rise above, break free from the chain.

Your past can be a prison, or a lesson learned,
A choice to rise, or in shadows burned.
You can be a victim, or a warrior true,
The choice is yours, in all you do.

Endure, survive, or thrive, the choice is key,
To be present, or lost, in misery.
Even in darkness, a glimmer of light,
A chance to choose, and take flight.

Don’t punish yourself, for choices past,
But learn from them, and let wisdom last.
You had options, though they may seem few,
Choose to take control, and see it through.

Sometimes not choosing, is a choice unseen,
A hidden path, that keeps you stuck, and lean.
Take back your power, don’t give it away,
Choose to rise, and seize a brighter day.

In every moment, a choice is made,
To rise above, or in shadows fade.
Choose life, choose hope, choose to be free,
And find the strength, to live wild and carefree. -Susan Joy