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”
Audience of One
The shadows of day dimthe light, causing the attentionto be taken elsewhere, tired ofwaiting for the promised showto go on, then failing tosee the final surprise.Too busy talking and runningto pay attention to detail.Audience of one,the statues were brokenbefore the head appearedtaking away the funwhile no one else cared.
Grief is a Funny Thing
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”
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”
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”
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