The continued desire to receive external validation for the things that I’m already proud of makes my stomach churn but no matter how sick I get, my body still can’t seem to purge itself of that itch. In these moments of self-disgust, I try to soften and remind myself that it’s natural to look toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Growth, Self Observed”
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Poetry Series – Confused Growth
It’s hard to not want to be further along in the growth process than we are once we can see the way the emotions we are dealing with are taking their toll on us. The thing is, if we were further along in the growth process than this we wouldn’t even have that train ofContinue reading “Poetry Series – Confused Growth”
Poetry Series – Sick Strangers
I rarely manage to do things when I know I have to. I wait it out just a little bit longer. It’s as if I need to see just how far I can push the limits on this one. I have this built-in glitch where I just can’t seem to adhere to time frames. InContinue reading “Poetry Series – Sick Strangers”
Poetry Series – Flame
I think back to my adoration of just about anyone and realize that one of the things that drew me to them was the ways in which they would challenge me. I remember explaining to my therapist that breakups weren’t really a big deal for me, even some of the more major ones, because asContinue reading “Poetry Series – Flame”
Poetry Series – Winter is Coming
I started getting signs before I knew that they were signs. Even now as I get them, if I try to figure out what they mean, I almost never do. I need to step back and look at the world around me, and the situations I’m in for what they are without the emotional attachmentContinue reading “Poetry Series – Winter is Coming”
Poetry Series – The Devil is in Church
I wait until my boyfriend is trapped in the car with me, on a longer-than-I-thought drive to breakfast, following my impulses, before I decide to tell him the story about where I was two nights before. Looking back, the whole thing sounds like a setup for one of those bad jokes – you know theContinue reading “Poetry Series – The Devil is in Church”
Poetry Series – Hurt Hurts
This feels silly to admit but I don’t think anyone has ever apologized to me before. I mean yeah, people have told me they’re sorry after I point something out but I don’t think anyone has ever come to be me and said “Hey, look, I see that I did you wrong. I’m sorry. YouContinue reading “Poetry Series – Hurt Hurts”
Poetry Series – Savoring Sexuality
I went through a lot to get to where I am sexually. I’m not even talking about a lot of sexual activity, but I’d be lying if I said there weren’t phases where that’s how I tackled the “getting through”. What I mean is, there was a point in time when I realized I hadContinue reading “Poetry Series – Savoring Sexuality”
Poetry Series – Titles
I think back often to sitting at the bar next to a mostly stranger and letting him order a shot he thinks I’ll like as he explains to me how he came across his newfound confidence when he just woke up one day and decided it was who he was ready to be. I hadn’tContinue reading “Poetry Series – Titles”
Poetry Series – Glass
Four hours earlier, I’m stubbornly insisting that I can handle the process alone, that I’m ready. I assured anyone that would listen, to my thoughts at least, that I didn’t need to see anyone to have them fix what I’m going through. I’m fully capable of maneuvering the dark waters myself. I didn’t think ofContinue reading “Poetry Series – Glass”
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