“You’re getting left behind!”
“You’ll never get ahead.”
“Your life is a waste.”
“You’d be better off dead.”

These are some,
Of the most common lies,
We all hear them,
From time to time.

It doesn’t matter how things look,
It doesn’t matter how they feel,
Your perspective can change.
If you start getting real.

Your life isn’t where it should be?
According to who?
Nobody is qualified to measure,
You don’t need to live with this pressure.

You’re life isn’t in shambles.
You probably have your health.
And don’t get started on money,
Love holds the real wealth.

Don’t look at the love you receive,
Look at the love you give,
That’s what matters,
That’s where the value is.

At the end of your life,
When you’re old and gray,
You won’t remember,
The things that stressed you out today.

Stop trying to compete,
Life isn’t a damn race,
You are honorable,
You’re not a disgrace!

Spend your energy,
On seeing the truth.
Everyone isn’t moving on without you,
You don’t need to feel blue.

We’ve all worn shame,
Like a heavy cloak.
And we have a hard time,
Seeing that it’s smoke.

Guilt is a beast,
One that is hard to slay.
But hearing a little truth,
Can make it decay.

You’re doing your best!
And that’s all that matters.
Life isn’t a game,
Of shoots and ladders.

A sunflower might,
Grow taller than a rose.
But which has the better scent?
Anyone knows!

We are all different,
And unique in our own way.
So just be yourself,
Come what may.

The best way to end up,
Where you’re meant to be,
Is to live your life,
And to live it freely!

Here is a great big secret:
You being “the only one” is a lie,
Everyone has been there,
But we hide because our pride.

So much of the human experience,
Is spent in waiting rooms,
Though we only see our own,
And we waste precious time in gloom.

Everyone has wondered,
What the world would be like without them,
But we don’t find out until it’s too late,
Cause they fear being condemned.

You don’t have to hide,
Any honest person will understand,
If you’re feeling down and out,
It’s okay to talk to a friend.

The world wouldn’t be better off,
If you were gone,
You are not alone,
You could never be cloned.

The world needs you!
And your special finger print.
You’re here for a reason!
Don’t cut short your stint.

© Regina Mast 2016


The river of change,
Feels a lot like a roller coaster,
When you’re not exactly sure where you’re going,
You just know that you’re getting closer.

Closer to your “more”
Closer to your next destination.
Take every open door,
Without demanding an explanation.

The whys keep us hung up,
They keep us chasing our own tails,
We don’t need to know every reason,
For every turn in our fairytales.

We’ll understand with time,
Particularly, when we’re looking back.
Hindsight is 20/20.
So cut your need-to-know-now some slack.

I think that’s what they mean,
When they say “go with the flow”,
Embrace the changes coming toward you,
Learn to just let go.

If you try to fight it,
And try to keep your feet planted,
You’ll only end up feeling slighted,
You’ll make the journey feel disenchanted.

You’ll get water in your face,
It’s not going to be pleasant,
Obviously, you’ll be okay.
But you won’t enjoy the present.

It shouldn’t be painful,
It shouldn’t be uncomfortable,
Pull your feet up and go with the current,
It should feel fun, not disdainful.

Peace will be your guide,
If you don’t know to go left or right,
But keep in mind that peace doesn’t mean easy,
It’s what lets you sleep at night.

You’ll know it in your gut,
You have an internal compass,
That will confirm or disrupt,
The views on the environment you encompass.

It’s the feeling you can’t quite control,
It shows up on its own,
It’s always with you,
But sometimes makes itself more known.

Changes come and go,
There is no stopping them,
The quicker you loosen your grip on controlling things,
The less you’ll feel like you’re struggling.

Sometimes our lack of understanding,
Makes us feel alone,
However, your course is directed,
You’re never on your own.

Sure, you have a choice,
In every single matter.
Are they random or planned?
I would have to say the latter.

You’re headed to brighter days,
There are many blessings downstream,
Dare to let yourself hope!
Dare to let yourself dream!

© Regina Mast 2016

The Remnants Of Our Kingdom

There have been so many times,
When you’ve crossed my mind,
That I wanted to apologize,
For the way I left you behind.

The little girl who left that house,
Was a shadow of the woman I am today.
But I’m grateful for the things I learned,
Since I walked away.

I was smitten by you,
Before we even met.
Tall, dark, and handsome!
How could I forget?

You were my king,
And I was your queen.
It was just like I imagined,
In my childhood dream.

But then one day, life happened.
A storm rolled into our town.
It tore our kingdom apart,
And our castle fell to the ground.

The demons from your past,
Launched some type of attack.
And I wasn’t brave enough,
To stay and help you fight back.

So I did,
What any coward would do:
I walked away; I jumped ship,
I abandoned you.

I was so naive,
That I failed to realize,
The pain you had endured,
Put the kindness in your eyes.

You didn’t know how,
To process the pain,
So you tried to bury it,
But your attempts were in vain.

It was calling the shots,
It was sabotaging your life,
It was skewing your perspective,
It was causing you strife.

If I could do it over again,
I would be more gentle and kind.
But I hadn’t hit my bottom yet,
And life doesn’t offer a rewind.

Now that I’m wiser,
I see it was for the best.
Cause our dreams were as far apart,
As the east is from the west.

I’m glad that I got to know you,
And see the beauty inside.
I couldn’t forget the good times,
Even if I tried.

Everyone is on a journey,
And our paths happened to cross,
I loved you, you loved me,
In trying, we gave the coin a toss.

We unpacked our suitcases,
And made each other a home.
Then after the storm hit,
We packed up and continued to roam.

I often ask God to heal you,
I ask him to bring you love,
I ask him to give you blessings,
That fit you like a glove.

I ask him to bring you a wife;
A person as good as you.
I ask him to bring you prosperity,
And at least a kid or two.

© Regina Mast 2015

The Elevator

In a second,
I am there,
In the elevator,
Matching your stare.

My cheeks are red,
My knees are weak,
When I bump into you,
I can hardly speak.

Sweaty palms,
Messy hair,
Don’t goof up!
Don’t you dare.

Keep your cool,
Be calm and subdued.
And whatever you do,
Don’t give him a clue.

My mom brought me up,
That good girls are not easy,
And if you are worth my while,
You will pursue me.

Could you be my Prince Charming?
Could you be my 10?
Could you be the answer,
To the prayers I’ve sent to heaven?

Your eyes look serious,
Kind and intense.
I want to know you,
Without any pretense.

What is your name?
Where are you from?
Do you know that your eyes,
Are second to none?

What makes your heart pound?
What makes you feel alive?
If you could go anywhere,
Where would you thrive?

Are you a risk taker?
Do you know your maker?
Are your feet on solid ground?
Or are you still waiting to be found?

But that window closed,
I think I missed my opportunity.
Cause I clammed up and acted mean,
Every time you tried to talk to me.

I actually dreamt about you,
More than a time or two.
And in at least a few of them,
You thought I disliked you.

Many days have gone by,
I’ve been to different places,
Yet I can still see clear as day,
Your face among the faces.

Where are you today?
Will you come back?
Will I see you again?
Or is this all whack?

You’re probably a figment,
Of my imagination,
Trying to conjure up grandeur,
Changing memories by interpretation.

Maybe you were my lighthouse,
Some sort of laser beam,
One that I would never catch,
That stopped me from settling.

© Regina Mast 2015

Queso Annie

(Because it’s inspired by Annie’s “the sun will come out tomorrow.” Anddd it’s a little cheesy. But that’s okay because I love cheese. And I think anyone with a soul does.)

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m hoping this rhyme,
Will bring sunshine to you.

Some days are rainy.
And dark. And gray.
This is a simple reminder:
it’ll all be okay!

Sometimes life falls apart,
And shit hits the fan.
And you’re telling yourself:
“this can’t be God’s plan.”

Don’t worry if you lack vision,
It’ll all become clear.
In times of darkness,
A light will appear.

Maybe not today,
Maybe not tomorrow,
But every tough situation,
Eventually runs out of sorrow.

Sometimes counting the blessings,
That already exist,
Changes our perspective,
Giving us courage to persist.

Life is full of seasons,
From winter to spring,
We don’t always know the reasons,
Yet we find a new song to sing.

© Regina Mast 2015

Perfect Love

It has been said,
That perfect love casts out all fear.
I had spent years searching for it,
When you were waiting right here.

My heart had been bruised,
Time after time.
I felt empty and used,
Like life had no reason or rhyme.

Then like a dove,
You came swooping in,
You won me over with love,
And gave me faith again.

Your wide open arms,
Beckoned me home.
I’m no longer unwanted,
I’m no longer alone.

Isn’t it funny?
You were the beginning and the end.
And no matter how far I drifted,
You never gave in.

You kept fighting and fighting,
To help me receive it.
It took getting to the end of my rope,
To finally see it.

This perfect love,
Set me free,
To see through the lies,
I used to believe.

Humans are fallible,
But your love is not.
When the flood waters rise,
It buoys me to the top.

When I cry hard,
You cry harder.
When my hope is extinguished,
You reignite the fire.

Your love is a home,
That I take everywhere,
But I don’t have to carry it,
It chases me there.

It’s endlessly forgiving,
It doesn’t count my mistakes.
Regardless what I’ve done,
I get a million retakes.

There’s nowhere I can run,
There’s nothing I can do,
That could ever separate,
Me from you.

So here I rest,
In the secret place,
Knowing I can’t fall out,
Of your embrace.

© Regina Mast 2015


I can’t say,
I’ve ever spent Christmas alone.
I come from a big family
And have a place to call home.

The thing about loneliness,
Is that it’s a tricky thing.
It can creep into any room,
Without any warning.

Society will tell you,
To hide it cause it’s shameful!
But there’s so much value,
In exposing it; so people are less critical.

Sometimes we feel pressure,
To feel jubilation,
When all of the trying,
Just causes frustration.

Life is a journey,
And some destinations are unpleasant.
Remember: circumstances are fleeting,
This is a temporary present.

Whether you’re missing a loved one,
If they left you or passed,
Or you lost your job,
And you’re strapped for cash.

Maybe you’re sick,
And your body aches.
Or maybe you feel,
Like you can’t catch any breaks.

There is always hope,
That next year will be better.
And you’ll only be stronger,
For withstanding this weather.

Your story is your story,
And this is just a chapter,
There is so much more glory,
Tomorrow and thereafter.

May peace come to you, like a warm summer breeze.
And may it hold you, like a bear hug squeeze.
May love pour in and flood your soul.
May your heart feel calm, hopeful, and whole.

My prayer today,
Is that these words hug your heart.
And usher in fresh hope,
For a brand new start.

© Regina Mast 2015

Shelter in the Storm

The storm is loud.
The thunder is near.
Regardless of what happens,
I’ll always be here.

I might not know what to say,
I might not know what to do,
But when the darkness closes in,
I’ll always sit with you.

I won’t leave your side,
You don’t have to fight on your own.
Even though I know you can.
You don’t have to go it alone.

You let me inside your walls,
So I’m here to stay.
I’ll keep reminding you:
These feelings will go away.

It’s okay if you cry,
You don’t have to pretend,
I’ll help shed light on the lie,
Because the Truth will help you mend.

Love is the salve,
That sooths any wound.
Mine can comfort and hold you,
Until your joy is exhumed.

© Regina Mast 2016

Back At Square One

It’s Tuesday morning.
It’s another rainy day.
Maybe if I had been prettier,
It wouldn’t have ended this way.

Stop it, stop it.
Don’t go down that road.
You know it wasn’t about that.
Don’t carry an unnecessary load.

But what if I had my shit together?
What if I were financially more established?
Would my odds have been better?
Would that have increased my status?

You told me about your family.
About your last words to your dad.
You told me about your past.
The pain, shame, and guilt you had.

Yet you never wrote home about me.
They never knew a thing.
Even though they were a few blocks away.
Was I just a fling?

Was I more than a pillow?
Was I your soft place to land?
Couldn’t you tell from the dreams I shared,
I wanted more than to hold a hand?

I was young and hopeful,
And maybe a dash naïve.
You were experienced and cynical,
Always the first to leave.

I like to think the love I gave,
Will help restore your faith.
You’ll find the strength to try again.
You’ll know that it’s safe.

But if and when that day comes,
I’ll be out of sight.
Apparently the thought of “being friends”
Gave you a fright.

Cause you’re gone. You’re gone.
Even though you’re near.
I hate going to our old places,
Wondering if I’ll find you here.

You are the only one who I can say,
Truly had my best.
I was the sweetest version of myself with you.
Yet I didn’t pass the test.

Now I’m back to the drawing board,
I’m back at square one.
I’m back to waiting for a unicorn,
Who I fear will never come.

© Regina Mast 2015

Love, Love, Love

I’ve been there.
I’ve made some bad choices.
But it does get better,
When you hear the right voices.

Regardless of your age,
Your current obstacles are new.
You’re learning each day.
And you’re gonna pull through.

Breath it all in,
Take it a day at a time.
And try to remember:
Mistakes aren’t a crime.

Some people act mean,
Because they don’t understand.
Probably cause so far,
Life’s given them the upper hand.

So what have I learned?
From my screw-ups and mistakes?
Grace can’t be earned!
It’s given to sinners and saints.

I’d rather learn young,
And live with humility,
Than have it all perfect,
And judge disability.

Some people smoke too much,
Drink too much,
Or dabble with drugs.
Others eat too much,
Preach too much,
Or sleep with lots of thugs (A thug is simply a violent person/criminal. I mean it as a general term for any person who isn’t good for you).

Instead of pointing a finger,
Extend your full hand.
And help the next person,
Who’s struggling to stand.

Wisdom will chase you,
Like wrinkles chase age.
Each day, you are new.
You don’t live in a cage.

Your life isn’t over.
Until you say it’s done.
But even if you’ve given up,
You’ll never lose the Son.

He’ll keep fighting for you.
He’ll keep showing you love.
And one day you’ll realize,
You are loved from above.

Love, love, love.
F*** the rest.
Love, love, love.
Just do your best.

© Regina Mast 2015