You will always be forced to face what scares you the most, over and over again until you free yourself of the cycle by submitting, letting go. Maybe this time around, I’ll find some release. Daughter They say she might have a hole in her heartAnd I wonder if she got it from meIs itContinue reading “Poetry Series – Daughter”
Tag Archives: My Story
Poetry Series – Vulnerable Confessions
Do you ever feel like your sexuality doesn’t fit your body? Like it’s not yours to carry around, show off, do something with? I’m learning to love my love and love my sexuality too. I’m learning to accept that intimacy isn’t just a thing to be had between two and that it differs from commitment,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Vulnerable Confessions”
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 – 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 – 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 – 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 – Body Keeps Score
On the topic of rape because while a word may not lose meaning through being said, it tends to relinquish it’s power, control, so you can reclaim it for yourself: No is still noand rape is still rapeeven in the confines of a relationshipeven when you call it an inconvenience, rather than its name.Rape isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Body Keeps Score”
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 – Barred
I didn’t always have much self respect. I think that’s the reason now that people that had known me back then think I’m arrogant. It’s quite the contrast to grow respect and confidence where you once were a mat. But seeing my worth helps me see all of the situations I still naively agree too,Continue reading “Poetry Series – Barred”
Trauma Recovery
It’s been a while since I’ve written a post that wasn’t a poem. It seems like now, some days, my thoughts just flow in a series of paced-to-a-beat words. I think about how at some point throughout the years of schooling, I was taught grouping will help memorization. I don’t expect anyone to memorize whatContinue reading “Trauma Recovery”
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