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”
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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”
Streaks of Light
I am grateful to see the sun when I get out of work.I am grateful for the colorful skies and warmer weather.I am grateful for long walks and slow mornings.I am grateful for the streaks of light that brighten my day.I am grateful for the changing season and new beginnings.
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”
Just Know
Just knowWherever you goWhatever you doIf you need meI’ll be there for you Don’t hesitateTo say how you’re feelingWe’ve been friends for so longTime can change usBut we remain the sameSomeone to talk toA safe place to listenTo keep each other’s feelingsWithout fear of judgementThis poem is a draftOne I won’t perfectI just wanted toContinue reading “Just Know”
To Find Myself
I drive down the roadInto the woodsTo find myselfAmongst the leafless treesAnd cold winter breezeI listen to old songsFlashbacks to my childhoodAlways pop in my headRoad trips to San DiegoSitting in the backseatWhile my dad blastsBob Dylan on repeatListening to a favoriteSong on my iPodIn the living roomMy grandmother sitting onThe couch with a bookIContinue reading “To Find Myself”
The Candle
The light flickers and reflectsin the soft brown wood as rain sprinkles down outside.Disappointment isanother word for regret.I look up and down, side to sidetrying to focus onthis book I’m currently reading.Spurts of focus is the bestway to describe my lack of concentration.I have it,it’s just not as long as I like it.Water slides downContinue reading “The Candle”
First Hour
The first hour of my day is quiet.I take my medication and wait.Sometimes I fall back asleep.Sometimes I’m left with my own thoughts.I reflect on what I dreamed, how well I slept,what I want to write.I’ve learned to leave my phoneon my nightstand.I notice the light in my room,how my muscles feel.I move from oneContinue reading “First Hour”
Bigger Picture
The best years begin on a Monday.There’s something aboutthe possibilities ofthe ways we move through timeleave me breathless.How these moments passbefore we realize how preciousthey were when we were in them. We were too busyfocused on meaningless details to appreciatethe bigger picture.
Kelly Severseike 