A Birthday Blessing

It’s hard to write a birthday blessing,
For a woman like you,
Not because you’re critical,
There’s just too much I wish for you!

Today is your special day,
It’s unlike all the rest,
It marks the day you entered this world,
When those who knew you became blessed.

May you know you are thoughtful,
Kind-hearted and compassionate.
May you know you are resilient,
You are enough and you are adequate!

May you know you are beautiful,
Through and through,
May you be aware of the thick love,
That surrounds you!

May you know you are the face of bravery,
You are the image of courage,
May you know you are the essence of faith,
You’re a true example if what it is to know grace.

May any valley of darkness,
Dissolve and dissipate,
Or may it be transformed,
Into a heavenly gate.

May peace catch up to you,
May it replenish your soul,
May you know you’re right where you belong!
May you be reminded that, in Him, you are whole.

May the heavens open up to you,
May they shower you with love,
May your cup run over,
Enough to fill a trough.

May your day be full of blessings,
Peaceful moments and memories,
May your heart feel restored,
May you celebrate your glories!

© Regina Mast 2016

Problems Act Like A Volcano

For the most part,
Our problems act like a volcano,
The more we look at them,
The further the lava flows.

They make our heart feel heavy,
They make our outlook on life dim,
They make our foundation seem unsteady,
They make everything appear grim.

The empowering thing about life,
Is that our blessings act the same,
Whichever ones we look at,
Will be our life’s frame.

Be careful which thoughts you entertain,
Do you want to feel joy or do you want to feel pain?
Do you want your day to be good or do you want it to be bad?
Do you want to feel happy or do you want to feel sad?

The perspective we hold,
Will be magnified,
And those thoughts,
Will be multiplied.

The dark can become darker,
Or the light can become brighter,
I think everyone would agree:
Carrying positivity feels lighter.

You can lift yourself up,
Or you can weigh yourself down,
Given a choice,
Wouldn’t you rather smile than frown?

Your attitude is contagious,
It will affect each area of your existence,
Choosing positivity or negativity,
Doesn’t require brilliance.

I know, I know,
Some days it is more challenging,
To see the blessings,
You might have to try everything.

Sometimes it helps,
To generate a list,
Of the good things in your life,
Starting with the basic gifts.

Like the fact that you can see,
You are able to walk,
You are able to hear,
You are able to talk.

If that doesn’t help,
Do something nice for someone else.
It can help your problems shrink,
When you stop focusing on yourself.

There is always someone around you,
Who has things much worse,
This doesn’t mean your problems don’t count,
But they can seem less adverse.

Some days might be harder to turn around,
But it’s always worth your best shot!
We think so much of life is up to chance,
When we can actually determine a lot!

© Regina Mast 2016

Speak Life

When you look at her from the outside,
It seems like she’s had it easy,
Her exterior looks composed,
Creating the assumption her life’s been breezy.

She was born in a small town,
Into a blue collar family,
The youngest of nine children,
There were a lot of mouths to feed.

She applied to a good school,
One far away from home,
She wanted to have a better life,
So she borrowed student loans.

She worked hard to finish early,
So she could finally thrive,
But when she entered the real world,
Her life took an unplanned dive.

She fell into a black pit,
A prison, a real life hell,
As much as she was struggling,
No one heard her silent yell.

Nights turned into weeks,
Months turned into years,
She learned she couldn’t save herself,
Still drowning in her tears.

One night during the season,
Of the worst of her despair,
A knight in shining armor,
Gave her a dream that exposed it bare.

He said “Do you want me to heal it?”
She said “Yes, I do”
Then He showed her how,
She was going to make it through.

The monster that was swallowing her,
Was too big for her to fight on her own,
Each time she called out His name,
He sent help from His heavenly throne.

The darkness didn’t instantly dissolve,
It lingered here and there,
So she spoke the words her Father showed her,
And He answered her big prayer.

This process was painful,
She’d never want to experience it again,
But it gave her heart the desire,
To help others turn their life from hell into heaven.

Heaven and hell are here and now,
And pain, grief, and sorrow all must bow.
Your words have the power to speak life or death,
So speak life because your power is in your breath.

© Regina Mast 2016


It’s hard to take a leap of faith,
It’s hard to make yourself vulnerable,
But it’s even harder,
To choose to rise again after each fall.

Failure is a bully,
That beats your courage into the ground,
But you’ll only be defeated,
If you stay knocked down.

Tell yourself it was a lesson,
It was simply a practice run,
And you have plenty more chances,
So try to have a little fun.

Whether a relationship crashes,
Or your start-up falls apart,
Whether you get overlooked in the audition,
And someone else gets cast your part.

A tall oak tree in the forest,
Doesn’t grow that way over night,
It becomes strong through storms and winters,
It takes survival to reach its height.

Winters are the season,
Of the most growth!
They look dead on the surface,
But the roots are growing below.

Then when spring rolls around,
And the sun shines warmth anew,
The acorn turns into a sapling,
Eventually into the immovable force its due.

You might not have much to show for your efforts today,
You might be empty handed,
But if you keep on trying,
Your failures will be disbanded.

Failure teaches us what matters,
It teaches us what we’re made of,
It teaches us what we want from life,
It teaches us self-love

It shows us we are resilient,
It shows us who cares no matter what,
It shows us the importance,
To just keep showing up.

The beauty in having your pride fall,
Through your fingers to the floor,
Is you’ll recognize life is lighter without it,
Then it won’t burden you anymore.

Failing doesn’t mean you’re a mess,
It means you’re strong enough to try,
Winning doesn’t mean you were born a success,
It means you persevered through lows to get to high.

© Regina Mast 2016


You were a bridge,
Or maybe more of a segue,
You led me to the launching pad,
Where I leapt above the fray.

You see, I had not lived without you,
In more than a couple years,
So when our relationship ended,
I faced all my worst fears.

I sat with them for a while,
I looked them in the eyes.
That was when it occurred to me,
They were just a guise.

Fear is a facade,
It is all just a game,
But it only has power,
If you choose to play.

When you look closely,
You realize it is just a net.
And there’s a great big ocean,
Waiting outside of it.

People will be judgmental,
Like the sun will surely rise.
But if you stop fearing it,
It becomes a powerless device.

So I collected my fears,
And I put them on a stack.
I set them on fire,
And never looked back.

Out of the rubble and ash,
A little flower emerged,
It looked like it was delicate,
But it was unstoppable, like a storm’s surge.

The water that fed the flower,
Would never let it die.
It would grow continuously,
Higher and higher into the sky.

The flower was filled with light,
The kind you cannot put out.
It was full of peace and love,
And it flowed like a spout.

The very same thing,
Which was sent to destroy,
Built a solid foundation,
That would hold endless joy.

Gaze is toward the future,
Only aiming higher,
Headed to brighter days,
Away from yesterday’s muck and mire.

When fears roar,
It now roars louder,
Because it knows,
Who has the real power.

In that sense I’m thankful,
Despite the excruciating pain,
Because it was only temporary,
But led to permanent gain.

Redemption is a more than a word,
He lives and he breathes.
And he will come rescue you,
If you’re ever in need.

© Regina Mast 2015


Wrinkles are the medals of the soul,
Though we try to sweep them under the rug.
They should be put on a pedestal,
Not cowered behind a shrug.

We are taught to despise them,
We constantly try to erase them,
We are always trying to hide them,
Why don’t we just embrace them?

They should be worn with gratitude,
And fully celebrated,
Instead of being an embarrassment,
And absolutely hated.

Wrinkles tell a story,
About the warrior deep inside,
The one the world doesn’t know about,
Cause she’s hidden behind her pride.

The one that’s endured hardships,
And cried through sleepless nights,
The one whose heart has been gored,
In some of life’s bullfights.

The one who has fought her demons,
Time and time again,
The one who kept from drowning,
When life was sink or swim.

The one who kept trudging,
Despite having every reason to quit,
One foot in front of the other,
Because she was made of grit.

“How are you?”
“Oh, I’m fine!
I’m doing great,
All the time.”

It’s okay to cut the crap,
It’s okay to be real,
Sharing your sorrow,
Can help you heal.

Everyone has these battles,
These experiences with war,
These experiences feeling hollow,
And broken to the core.

Yet we believe the silly lie,
That we’re alone in our struggle,
So we put on our makeup,
And keep our despair in a muzzle.

While it’s okay to be private,
And not to share all your pain,
We should stop discounting wrinkles,
And viewing them with disdain.

Own your truth,
Own your story,
Own your wrinkles,
Own your glory,

Own your ups,
Own your downs,
Own your smiles,
Own your frowns.

Wrinkles are dignified.
They are perseverance.
They are fortitude.
They are deliverance.

Sweet girl, you made it!
Those are a sign of victory.
Pick up a new perspective,
“I appreciate you; you made me!”

© Regina Mast 2016

Fly Little Bird

You haven’t been born yet,
So we haven’t met,
But I wanted you to know a few things,
In case later on I forget.

The best way to avoid judgment,
Is to avoid being loud,
To keep your opinion a secret,
And blend in with the crowd.

When you find the voice you have,
And you begin to use it,
Some cynics will reject you and laugh,
Don’t let the fear of this make you lose it.

Find your passion,
Find the thing that makes you feel alive!
And chase it with everything you have,
So you feel the rush of a skydive.

Your objective along the way is to help,
The sad souls who’ve had their joy stolen,
To help heal the hurting,
To help raise the fallen.

Critics are going to talk,
Whether you do good or bad,
Because they wish they had your courage,
And not having it makes them mad.

The thing about these people,
Is they won’t be at your funeral,
When it comes to dictating your life,
You shouldn’t give them the call.

It’s not you they dislike,
They just don’t understand.
But happy people don’t behave that way,
You’ve got the upper hand.

Do your best to stay soft,
Try to stay kind,
Know there are times when it’s best,
To turn and leave them behind.

When you go against the grain,
When you rise above the status quo,
You’re bound to make people uncomfortable,
You’re going to make a few enemy or foe.

You’re going to be ridiculed,
You’re going to be mocked,
And when you don’t get offended,
They’re going to be shocked.

Because you know better,
And you don’t play into that game,
You don’t care about popularity,
Or whether or not people know your name.

Sometimes it’ll hurt,
Each time, less of a sting.
You’ll keep growing stronger,
Eventually it’ll be a small ping.

Do you want to stay safe?
Do you want to hide in the woodwork?
Or do you want to make your mark?
Even if that means exposing a quirk?

I hope you dare to be great!
I hope you dare to be different!
I hope you dare to be extraordinary!
I hope you dare to be divergent!

Fly little bird,
This world is your playground,
Your Maker will keep you,
Completely safe and sound.

© Regina Mast 2016

Where Are You?

Sometimes it feels like my security is levitating,
My sense of belonging: suspended in air,
My heart wishes I had someone to call mine,
My heart longs for someone special to care.

There are moments when I feel disconnected,
I’ve been mostly on my own for years,
I know I can get through the tough times by myself,
But sometimes that means fighting back tears.

Most of my recent relationships,
Have found their demise in September,
They died, alongside the leaves,
Meaning lonesome birthdays and Christmas Eves,

I know people who love me,
But I want my own family,
I’ve thought “it’s time” for a while now,
Yet somehow it’s still just me.

I don’t know where you are.
Only that you exist,
I don’t know what’s taking so long,
Only that your absence allows this loneliness to persist.

I’m not looking for a prince,
I’m looking for a partner,
Someone who is an equal,
Someone who is a costar.

I know you won’t complete me,
That’s not what I’m looking for.
I just want more than an echo,
When I walk through the front door.

I want a hand to hold,
Especially on dreary days,
And someone to show up by my side,
When life gets hard and I just want to hide.

I want someone to provide,
A safe haven or retreat,
One where I don’t have to be brave,
One where I can safely be me.

No makeup; no trying,
Effortlessly exposed,
Vulnerable and raw,
Where anything goes.

I want someone to learn from,
I want to be challenged politely,
I want help being accountable,
And help taking life more lightly.

Sometimes I get to wondering,
Why we haven’t met yet,
But when I look at how much I’ve changed,
I think it best you weren’t around each time my life was rearranged.

You’ll get to benefit,
From all the lessons I’ve learned,
But I’m not going to be perfect,
Though, when I’m unrealistic, this is yearned.

I’m going to mess up,
But you’ll understand!
Cause you’ve messed up too,
More times than you can count on one hand.

You’re out there tonight,
As I’m writing this letter,
And you’re wondering where I am,
Maybe wrestling your own fetter.

When the time is right,
When we’re both ready,
We’ll enter each other’s lives,
And we’ll be independently steady.

Since we both worked solo,
To get to where we are,
When it comes to wondering if we made the right choice,
We won’t have to wonder far.

We’ve walked the busy streets,
We’ve spent long nights alone,
We’ve both desired to find each other,
We’ve both desired to build a home.

We’ve both had our bruises,
Scars and bumps,
So we’ll value what we found,
Even when we hit slumps.

I can’t wait to meet you!
But in the mean time I’ll stay busy,
Working to find peace and improve,
I’ll remain calm, not in a tizzy.

© Regina Mast 2016

My Song

Wisdom is my journey,
Courage is my song,
Gentle acceptance is my process,
There’s no right and no wrong.

Peace is my compass,
Faith is my foundation,
Truth is my nourishment,
Love is my motivation.

Kindness is my warmth,
Hope is my anchor,
Grace is my shelter,
Bravery is my hanker.

Redemption is my savior,
Gratitude is my shrine,
Light is my comfort,
Humor is my lifeline.

Royalty is in my blood,
For I’m a daughter of the King.
You don’t have to listen,
But I’m still going to sing.

© Regina Mast 2016


You are enough,
You are perfectly enough,
You are everything you should be,
Whether sensitive or tough.

If you never have a monument made in your likeness,
If you never live in a mansion fit for a Highness,
If you never have your name engraved on a fancy building’s exterior,
If you never reach the top of the corporate ladder and feel inferior,
If you never become a US President,
If you never travel and become a world resident,
If you never win a Pulitzer Prize or Nobel,
If your life’s hard works are published but never sell,
If you never make it on the cover of Vogue,
If you’re never awarded a Golden Globe,
If you never walk on the moon or get to go to Mars,
If you make it to Hollywood and don’t land among the stars,
If you never make it into the Hall of Fame,
If, outside of your social circles, you don’t have a well-known name,

You are enough,
Exactly as you are,
And you are far too precious,
Not to realize that you are.

It’s good to have lofty dreams!
It’s good to aim high!
But if you don’t make it,
It’s not do or die.

These accomplishments are rare,
An uncommon treasure,
But it takes all the magic away,
If you turn them into pressure.

Sometimes the big goals,
And all the stresses to succeed,
Bear the resemblance of a rat race,
In which I’d rather not proceed.

Have you found your calling?
Have you found your big purpose?
You were made to be happy,
More so than just on the surface.

Joy in your heart,
Peace in your mind,
Health in your body,
The pinnacle of mankind.

© Regina Mast 2016