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Pay Attention

I spiral out I spiral backthe thought patternsslowly fade the moreI pay attentionnaming what islets go of the gravity ofmy fickle imagination I look up I look outappreciating the colors aboveuntil they blanketthe ground

Overcomplicating Simple Matters

Somewhere along the wayI got lost in the wavesand wandered into the hazeof my own making byovercomplicating simple matters.Upon reflection, I am reevaluatingmy own words and choosing tobelieve in what I want to saywithout worry of anyone elsehaving anything to addto my own stance.It’s mine,that is what’s important.Write, I still have timeto continue to spreadmyContinue reading “Overcomplicating Simple Matters”

Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty

IThe trees have dark red, orange, and yellow leaves that cause me to say “awe” as I drive home. My favorite time of year. The crisp in the air makes the hair on my arms to stick up underneath my worn, pink sweater. The sight of these beautiful leaves allow me to ignore the uncertaintyContinue reading “Eight Snapshots of Change and Uncertainty”

Years Without A Word

March 31, 2023 at 10:54 PMI haven’t written a word in a poem from inspiration in years. Life swept me away and off went my creativity. Four walls in large rooms and small rooms held my body still from seeing the beauty I once wrote in my poems. I haven’t worked on poetry. I readContinue reading “Years Without A Word”

anchor

Writing is my anchorin the sand.What keeps me afloatwhen the ocean of my mindbecome choppy.What tethers meto the planetwhen I’m floatingup in space.The grounding space,the safe place.Giving me clarity in these trying times.Through the lines,I write with messyscribbles. I returnhome to me,again,and again,and again….

Wish You Were Here

These days, I listen to Pink Floyd and drown out the thoughts trying to infiltrate my good vibes.I embrace the sun and take photos ofwhat makes me happy — spring flowers,seagulls flying over the ocean,daydreamy clouds that let mepass the time in peace.I think of my grandmother,how this place was her whole life.She was theContinue reading “Wish You Were Here”

Momentary Beauties

The days where I am pulled toward the outdoors, I follow the steps in the sand where the water had been hours before. The mirrored reflection on the land leaves me awestruck every time. How incredible these joys are, appreciating these momentary beauties as often as I can. A reminder of all the possibilitiesto come.

Faces

The ways in which I viewMy reality come to the surfaceWith each new day.Some days are heavy and I learnTo sit instead of resist the wayIn which my mind has learnedTo operate, the protectionsIn place to keep me saneWhile I wiggle room to danceIn the madness of my mindUnder the stars and screens.Some days areContinue reading “Faces”

One Week

I’m writing thisfrom a placeof clarity,the place I get to beone week a monthor 12 days if I’m lucky.The haze had cleared,the spirals have settled,I can pinpoint my feelingsand work through themin more balanced ways.I’m not swinging from oneemotional extreme to the other.I don’t take things as personally.The lens I look atmy life throughisn’t asContinue reading “One Week”