boundaries – Madeline May I…

Poetry Series – Butt Dial

I’m revisiting everything. Asking if the anger I’m holding still has a home here or if we’re ready to let it go. I’ve been shedding a lot lately. Banking on changing seasons, a whole new me. Hate is the enemy of grief. Keeping the toxicity alive within our body. I wonder why you’re calling butContinue reading “Poetry Series – Butt Dial”

Poetry Series – Secrets

I’m trying to remind myself as people emerge from the past that the me they miss is dead. The dead can not respond to an email, not to a text. I’d be an imposter if I responded back. I’m not who they’re looking for, they don’t miss me, they miss the boundaries she lacked. SecretsContinue reading “Poetry Series – Secrets”

Poetry Series – Feelings

Sometimes I wonder if I’m being too harsh. I have this tendency to pendulum from one extreme to the next as I seek out balance. I went without boundaries for so long that sometimes I set the shock of my electric fence too strong, arrowed innocent bystanders out of fear of them being enemies, buildContinue reading “Poetry Series – Feelings”