I face all the scary strange feelings of this moment. I don’t shy away from feeling all my fears, all my joy, all my excitement and anxiety that comes along with stepping into something new and unknown. I breathe through panic and distraction. I am present and focused on the now. I remind myself toContinue reading “Facing the Strange”
Category Archives: Poetry
Four Boxes
What is kept contains memories I don’t want to ever forget. The innocence of my childhood, the fears of my teenager years, the searching of my twenties, wrapped up in these items I place in boxes. Some I will take with me, most I will leave here. The things I donate or throw away aren’tContinue reading “Four Boxes”
2 AM
silence enters the night I do not speak I listen to a book and work on a puzzle I lose track of time trying to fit pieces together slowly the image begins to form the harder I focus rain falls outside may showers continue I can slightly hear the drops hitting the roof the narratorContinue reading “2 AM”
Journaling
May 1st, 2023 Monday The start of a new month. The grass is finally green, the gray skies move away, not a cloud in the sky today. I sit on the couch as I write out this journal entry. I should journal more. I know. I miss it. And yet, I don’t write enough. Why?Continue reading “Journaling”
Healing Under the Sun
I sit on the step and take a moment for the sun. The warmth on my skin brings joy to my soul. I wiggle my toes and stretch my arms. I listen to the conversations being had across the way. The year has been cold and gloomy, this light brings me happiness. I am remindedContinue reading “Healing Under the Sun”
How to be Present
embracing the moment I am in, appreciating the day for what it is, leaving my phone in another room, keeping it out of my reach, breathing through the scary feelings my anxiety reminds me to worry, it takes a lot of work and self- awareness to live in the present, to read a book withoutContinue reading “How to be Present”
Being Intentional
Poetry calms my chaotic mind. My thoughts swirling a mile a minutes filled with worry, stories, anxiety, wishes, fears, dreams, random little things, all make sense when I write. The overwhelm settles, I pick through my thoughts to find my truth. Being intentional instead of auto- pilot rewires the words in my brain to beContinue reading “Being Intentional”
Lost An Hour
I heard a man exclaim how he lost an hour of his day, the pain in his voice, as the sun set later and the night stood quiet, echoed through the air. Babies and pets don’t care the clocks have jumped forward, the ones looking after them walk around feeling dread. The morning starts anContinue reading “Lost An Hour”
Not Alone
The books I read mirror my experience back to me, reflected in a way I wish I could say but the words never came. Every page I turn, I highlight what resonates, almost every page has a sentence that will stick with me long after I finish. The beauty of storytelling is seeing the humanContinue reading “Not Alone”
Half-Birthday
I remember walking around the playground in elementary school talking with my friend, who is still my friend today, about half-birthdays. She imagined celebrating a birthday in May while I dreamed of celebrating in February. I pictured blowing out candles in winter and having a party for the fun of it. A half year ofContinue reading “Half-Birthday”
Kelly Severseike 