“The creative adult is the child who survived.” —Le Guin It’s difficult to explain to thosewho don’t understand.The throughline of childhoodbreaks off somewhere asthe decades continue on. I hold tight to my pen to make sense of those early years.How they definedthe womanI am today.Healing my inner childone day at a time.Poetry helped mefind myContinue reading “Writer’s Block”
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These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around
We only accept change after its happened.We live amongst each other,keeping our space while still acknowledging we share the same air whether we like it or not.The less we knew, the less we continued to care.We cared until we moved on to other things. It happened gradually over a year or two.The obsessions we hadContinue reading “These Lonesome Lines Were Lying Around”
White Noise
I end the year feeling achy.This has been a time Filled with much personal growthIt’s hard work to look in the mirrorAnd understand my patterns.Connect the dots of the pastSo I no longer feel numb.My emotions I suppressed for so long.I can be so mean to myself-A subconscious habit that becameWhite noise in my brainContinue reading “White Noise”
See the leaves
IThere have been autumns where it flies by cause I am too busy focused on other things I regret not taking the moment before it was goneIII consciously go out of my way when I see the leaves changing to stopget out of my cartake a momenttake a photobe grateful for the beauty surrounding usContinue reading “See the leaves”
Autumn Hues
Ithe weather was chillbut not chillylate September arrived quickly without noticeIII stepped outsideto enjoy thechanging seasonswearing more layersI made my wayaround aloopbefore I ateIIIthe sky left mebreathlessimpatiencelingered inmy stepsshoes rubbedmy heelsIVcolors on the treesbring me lifeand hope as markers of time movingchange welcomesthe small detailsholding themost meaning
The Moon
I look to the moonIn SeptemberAs the leaves changeInto mystical colorsDays before the switchIn seasonsAnd the weather cools.I hear the wavesRinging the bell at sea.I appreciate the skyAt dusk contrastWith the dark greenIn the evergreens.
Christina’s World
I first saw Andrew Wyeth’s painting Christina’s World in July 2023 at the MoMA in Midtown, New York. It was my third time at the museum. I can’t remember passing by it on my previous visits. I stood in front of the painting I had stumbled upon in a hallway for a few minutes. IContinue reading “Christina’s World”
Little Mantras
I note my progress aloudto remember when I’m feeling downhow far I’ve come, how I’ve changedin the ways over the years.Little mantras silence my inner criticwith evidence to back it up, I slowlylearn the process of being kind to myself.I change my thoughts, I fight old patterns,I inhale and exhale, reminding myself to begrateful inContinue reading “Little Mantras”
like fish in the sea
I watch satellites follow each other like fish in the sea. The magic of the milky way comes alive before my eyes. I look up. I feel small on the dock. I always do when I’m confronted withunknown of the vast universe above. A part of this reminds me of the ocean, the unknown feelingsContinue reading “like fish in the sea”
august blues
gray clouds roll along the coastthen stay longer than wantedI find color amongst the flowersthey bring me happinessfinding gems in the ordinary daysI am my grandmother’s granddaughter
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