I spent a lot of my life trying to make myself smaller and smaller, taking up less and less space. Ironically, I was always a pretty heavy girl as if my body was trying to send the message that my attempts to shrink my presence for other people would forever prove futile so I mightContinue reading “Poetry Series – Change the World”
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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 – 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”
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”
Poetry Series – Inside Jokes
My poems derail themselves often. They almost never end with the meaning that was intended. I’ll stick to my plan until about 6 lines in and then whatever sweeps over my head and my hands – it’s over so I go along with it. I don’t mind because they’re my thoughts. I write how IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Inside Jokes”
Poetry Series – Extend Belief
I get angry when someone else tells me not to write about certain topics because some people might read it and take it wrong. Where is my rage when I’m silencing myself, telling myself not to write about topics because people might not get it, might think I’m crazy? My rage is still there onlyContinue reading “Poetry Series – Extend Belief”
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”
Poetry Series – PTSD
Not everyone out there, watching your moves is doing it so that they can root for you. See, it’s been brought to my awareness that some of my readers might be creeps, going through my posts just to keep tabs on me. I’d like to say that I’ve flattered that I take up that muchContinue reading “Poetry Series – PTSD”
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