Grief is a funny thing.In that there’s no one wayor right way to grievesomeone passing.It’s not a straight line,it’s scattered all overthe place, sometimesit’s difficult to pick upthe piecesto begin the process ofunderstanding the depththat was left behind.If the person was in pain,you’re happy they’reat peace.If the person was wronged,you’re left shockedand angered bytheir exit.EmotionsContinue reading “Grief is a Funny Thing”
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On The Boat
For Grandpa Boat Whenever I see a boat, I think of you.I am taken back to summerdays on the water,I think of Minnesota.I smell sunscreen andwet carpet on the houseboat.I think of my grandmother’s presence,her ability to make everyonefeel at home even whenon the river.I think of your black poodleDomie running around.I think of jumpingContinue reading “On The Boat”
Belief
I spent an afternoon surrounded by art.Paintings and sculptures captured my attention.Wandering around different exhibits,I kept thinking, these artists believedin themselves enough to be able toshare their work and have their workmake it here. I thought about the confidence one has to have in themselves to be here.To root for yourself enough to makethe thingContinue reading “Belief”
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”
Month 12
On the 1st of December,I walked by the seaand came home sweatingunder my coat.Tonight, as I writethis poem, rain poursoutside. Its poundingon my window. I’m cozyunder my blankets withthe heating pad onmy back and fuzzy sockswarming my toes.It’s been a week filledwith both good and bad,feeling really thankfulheading into the lastmonth of this life-changing year.
Eyes On Fire
I wear sunglasses at night it’s too early to go to sleep my eyes are on fire and there’s nothing I can do. I’ve learned frustration only leads to defeat and I won’t feel bad about something I have no control over. I sit on the bed with the lights off waiting for my eyesContinue reading “Eyes On Fire”
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