The only thing consistent about me tends to be my desire for growth. My fear has grown to adapt, rooting itself not in the fear that I’ll be left but in the fear that I’ll leave. My son told me he has the same fear – of getting attached, because what if I leave? I’ve done it before, all through my life and I’m starting to wonder if what has kept me from trying is this tendency towards inconsistency.
Losing My Mind
I feel like I’m losing my mind
Why do we say that’s so bad?
If for everything I let go
I make space for what I find
And my mind likes to start problems
the same ones it says it’s working to solve
and I believe it has the best intentions
just running the wrong code
I’m losing my mind
but it’s an impossible place to be
trapped in my head all the time
picking at the parts of me
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 