Days are shorteningthe air is still thickwith summer heatI try my best to remainafloatmy mind wanders awayI patiently wait for itsinevitable returnmy eventual returnto the presentwhat a gift it isto see the moonconsistently changingas do we, always evolving always growing intonew and strange versionsof who we are becoming.
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Carwash
Turkeys fly into the trees,wobbling on the branchesas they settle into the night.The nor’easter windskeep me up — sounds of childhoodgoing through the carwashrush through my mindas I hear water being slammedat the windows, except nothingis being cleaned.A never-ending carwashcontinues throughoutthe night, getting louderjust as I almostdrift into sleep.
Writer’s Block
“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
I Breathe In Patience
I breathe in patience,I breathe out worry.I inhale good emotions,I exhale useless ones.I hold onto the little I can control,I let go of the rest.
Christmas Lights Chilly Nights
Christmas lightsChilly nightsLong winded conversations Through telephone callsTrying to make senseOf the complexities Human nature has to offerHow the mind copes In mysterious waysI remain grateful For twinkling lightsContrasting a pale pink skyAnd a beautiful moonBringing me back toThe present when I lose sight
Little Mantras
I note my progress aloudto remember when I’m feeling downhow far I’ve come, how I’ve changedin the ways over the years.Little mantras silence my inner criticwith evidence to back it up, I slowlylearn the process of being kind to myself.I change my thoughts, I fight old patterns,I inhale and exhale, reminding myself to begrateful inContinue reading “Little Mantras”
Step By Step
step by stepI heal thewounds tornopen by traumalaughing aftercrying is thebest kind ofmedicine thebane of myexistence isout of mycontrol all Ican do is breathethrough themoment wheremy brain feelsthreatened whilesignaling mybody to remainstill battlewounds formfrom unsuccessfulattempts I formboxes with mybreathing asI follow thecircle aroundand aroundtrying tostay calmwhile cryingisn’t my strongsuit but I tryand I applaudmyself withtheContinue reading “Step By Step”
Type This Story
The montage plays in my headScenes blurred from realityEarly morning, but my thoughtsSwirl as though I have been drinkingLost in trying to type this storyBefore it leaves me, typing awayInspired by songs filled withRaw vulnerability, the poet of our timeInspired me to write down half thought-outLines on notes that live in the cloudOne day I’llContinue reading “Type This Story”
Daily Reminder
Mistakes happenThings will be correctedBe patientTry not to overthinkOr drown yourself in senseless worryYou are not your scariest thoughtThat will not happenStay presentRemember to breatheThings will be okay
To My Inner Child
The journey to love yourself isn’t easy.It’s rough. There’s tar and scars you have to unpack.All the patterns that you have to untangleFrom your thoughts that no longer work.The difficult memories and feelings you haveTo confront in order to let go and move on.But there’s beauty too, in discovering yourselfIn all the ways that helpContinue reading “To My Inner Child”
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