White Noise


I end the year feeling achy.
This has been a time
Filled with much personal growth
It’s hard work to look in the mirror
And understand my patterns.
Connect the dots of the past
So I no longer feel numb.
My emotions I suppressed for so long.
I can be so mean to myself-
A subconscious habit that became
White noise in my brain decades ago.
Through all this digging, I feel hope.
This time last year, and the year before,
And so on and so forth, I was numb.
As I am writing this, I am thawing.
Sometimes I can freeze but I am learning
How not to repeat history,
How to do things differently.
Not only am I trying to
Become a better version of myself,
I am becoming a better person
Who gives herself credit
For feeling all the things.
To embrace all the hard
Uncomfortable feelings
And show them love, not shame.
I’ve always known I am different,
It’s learning how to accept myself
again and again and again.
Turning down the inner critic
Who has nothing new
Or interesting to say.
I’ve heard it all before anyway.

Published by Kelly Severseike

Writer & Poet

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