Tomorrow’s my birthday – hooray! A lot of deep-rooted mistruths have been surfacing as of late. I find myself holding to the light everything I believe and allowing to burn anything that can’t stand the heat of what I’m deciding to be. I don’t want connection, unless it’s deep. This year, won’t be shorting me.Continue reading “Poetry Series – Deep Connection”
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Poetry Series – Waiting Room
Nearing a year old, this guy has never made it out of the waiting room. Sitting, waiting, slowly going mad. I’m gathering a collection of poems, preparing to slam. This guy has never made it out of the waiting room, never approached the light of day. I’m looking for less than two minutes, trying toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Waiting Room”
Poetry Series – To the Dicks
Sometimes my opinions are so strong, I worry they’ll erupt from my body. I try to keep calm, and level my voice as I explain in hopes that they’ll be more well-received. I acknowledged that I don’t even know how much of a place I have to hold such strong views on the issue soContinue reading “Poetry Series – To the Dicks”
Poetry Series – Audience
Trauma will teach you to be who people want you to be but the truth is, no matter how much you try to bury the parts of yourself that they don’t want to see, they’ll always be there and someday they’ll win over. I think about cases of multiple personalities and I’m no doctor, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Audience”
Poetry Series – 38 Weeks Positive
In moments of darkness, there is nothing scarier than the happiness that now consumes my life the majority of the time. In some of my lowest moments, I’ve gone on rants about my desperate want not to want anything. At the time, I didn’t recognize it but the real fear is that in having, youContinue reading “Poetry Series – 38 Weeks Positive”
Poetry Series – Confessionals
The truth is, sometimes I have just as hard of a time admitting the good things as I do the bad. I consider it might be a fear of pride, ego, stepping in. More likely it’s the idea that I’ve believed I was the bad for so long that accepting the good in me soundContinue reading “Poetry Series – Confessionals”
Poetry Series – Health(s)care
Pregnancy number one was a lesson in not trusting myself, from conception to birth. I don’t remember ever feeling as much fear as I did in those days so I bought into it, went along silently. I like to think it’s because I was younger than everyone that was telling me what to do andContinue reading “Poetry Series – Health(s)care”
Poetry Series – Shameful Grief
I keep pulling my shame outAs I unpack my griefAs if acknowledging the tragic lossmeans being ungrateful for what’s in front of meBut I thought you’d be hereand you’re notYou promised you’d be always in the roomcheering me onAnd I’m angry.And I don’t know if it’s at you, or me,And I’m angryBecause I’m still afraidContinue reading “Poetry Series – Shameful Grief”
Poetry Series – Losing My Mind
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’veContinue reading “Poetry Series – Losing My Mind”
Poetry Series – Sickness
My disgust with life has returned tenfold and I’m struggling to get anything out even though it’s arguably the time I need to the absolute most. The truth is, I need an outlet where I feel like I can be seen without feeling like I’m being watched. I thought this was it. Then I keptContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sickness”
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