Follow the rhythm of your lungsas you walk or sit or simply existfor your breath tells your a lotabout the state of yourselfhow to regulate your emotionsthe ways in which you driftin and out of timethe choices you avoidthe to-dos you put offanother day for this dayisn’t the time or placeto check off what couldbeContinue reading “Regulate”
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Steady Your Paddle
in the rolling of the day to daytrust you will remain okayyou will steady your paddleinstead of floating awayyou will fight your battleslearn how to not unraveldiscover your mantrasto quiet your inner criticembrace each challengemove with the rhythm ofthe ever-changing realitythat is life
Separate
A poem cansimply be a poem.My personal beliefs are mine to hold close. The wording can carry as much weight as I choose to know,the readers interpretationis theirs alone.
Chill
The chill in the airwelcomes in the new seasonprior to the official date,bundling under blankets, I driftbetween sleep and the day,slow mornings remind me ofend of Septembers by the lakestaring up at the skyspotting shooting starsand talking aboutthe meaning of lifewhile the warmth ofthe fire dwindles away.
Learning Lessons
Dreams from the night beforelinger in the backgroundfor the remainder of the day.We pray for what we cannot controlto have a positive outcome.Sending wishes out into the universeto be on our side, for everythingbad to turn out alright.Luck teaches us lessons, we don’talways know we’ve been dealta bad hand when we’re drowningin the consequences ofContinue reading “Learning Lessons”
As a Kid
Adults tell you as a kidtime moves faster for them.Which you don’t believebecause time moves at aglacially slow pace.Days feel like weeks,weeks feel like months,and so on and so forth.Shifting into new decadesdo you begin to comprehendwhat you were told as a kid.
Get By
The season blooms as the leavescontinue to vibrate throughthe late afternoon.My skin warms in the salt air,the streets filled with peoplewho don’t understand a one-way. Children cry, adults yell,seagulls try to steal food.I continue to wander beneaththe cloudless skiesjust trying my bestto get by.
Dreamy
In the days of summer, time slips intothe vast puddle of shallow memories.I sit in search of honesty, making senseof what I will never fully understand.Patiently, I listen and take in informationthat’s not mine, assessing the gravity ofsituations I only can lend empathy to.
Sliver
The air is hot after the sun setssummer evenings pull me in.Nightlife, for once, is fun.Joys in conversations,magic in poetry,and unexpected shocks,reminders of loved ones.The sliver of the moontowards the eastlights the drive home,daylight lingers softy,peace is welcomed.
boating season
Summer has settled in the airalong the shore I watch the boatsgo by on the coast’tis the season for observationI watch closely as the hazecomes then fades in the distanceof the day.
