I’ve been in a writing funk for a while now and really what that means is that I have a backlog of stuff that I haven’t allowed an outlet for but desperately need out. The world has been changing, a lot has been happening and with the weight of the chaos, I am even moreContinue reading “Poetry Series – Walking Out”
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Poetry Series – Sarah
I’ve reached a point where I’m halted. There’s this brick wall of shame, guilt, and fear that I desperately need to smash down. Shame is connected to who we are, guilt is connected to what we do, and fear is connected to what’s to come. Brick by brick, confession by confession, taking the time toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sarah”
Relation-ship
In relation to a ship, I’m ready to jump, always. I’m used to the flow of not knowing what to expect. The water will pull me to the next place as long as I’m not tethered to this structure. I hear structure is good, though. I hear we need stability in our life. Coach. CoachContinue reading “Relation-ship”
Writing
Not writing feels like lying, even if only by omission. Not writing feels like I’m hiding. Have you ever played hide and seek with someone that’s terrible at seeking? Hiding parts of yourself. You get bored. Stir crazy. You start moving around, peeking around the corner of the barricade to see if they’re even close.Continue reading “Writing”
Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions
I remember hearing or reading somewhere that our dreams can only show us things, people, and faces we’ve been exposed to in real life. Your mind can’t just create a new face to represent a person in your dream. I’ve gotten used to seeing half blurred faces, ones I can’t remember or picture again. SoContinue reading “Poetry Series – Breakfast Interruptions”
Poetry Series – Potatoes
Since my miscarriage, every time I cry I have dramatically yelled at my boyfriend that it’s all over the fucking potatoes. He laughs, I laugh, and the crying stops for a minute. It doesn’t fully go away until it’s been unburied, let out, carefully addressed. When I cry and potatoes come to mind, I plantContinue reading “Poetry Series – Potatoes”
Poetry Series – My Body
Guys, I’m fucking tired. I’m tired of the world, the pain, the grasping for control instead of focusing on our own lives. I’ve got to start speaking up if I want to see change but speaking up gets hard when you’ve been told your entire life that you need to change. My Body I wasContinue reading “Poetry Series – My Body”
Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters
I don’t surround myself with enough people that speak of spiritual experiences and sometimes it means I feel incredibly alone. When I have dreams that scare me and deter me from speaking about mine, I secretly believe it’s the evil in the world attacking me while I sleep. I genuinely believe in the war betweenContinue reading “Poetry Series – Spiritual Encounters”
Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions
I’m not great at handling change. It’s my constant battle with learning to let go. I hold on to the little things, they mean the most. I don’t always voice them so nobody knows the way they mean the world to me and a change in routine may feel earth-shattering. I continue the silence becauseContinue reading “Poetry Series – Back to Driveway Potions”
Poetry Series – Hurting Promises
I get tired of going through life alone but trying to factor someone into the equation gets challenging. It’s like the switch to letters from numbers in math. Your knee-jerk reaction is that they must be out of place. The equation is off now. I’m trying to remind myself, daily, hourly, every fucking minute… I’mContinue reading “Poetry Series – Hurting Promises”
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