I get embarrassed to admit just how much I ignored what I wanted out of life anytime anyone else was present. I was afraid to leave the house alone when in relationships because I never wanted to make anyone feel like I was abandoning them by needing time for myself. The thing is, though, IContinue reading “Poetry Series – Cemetary Lessons”
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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 – What do you want from me?
I haven’t been the most productive person, and I’m sure I haven’t even been the most present, but my presence in the moment is magnitudes more frequent than it’s been in as long as i can remember. For me, this is an achievement. For me, this is what matters in life. I’m sitting on theContinue reading “Poetry Series – What do you want from me?”
Poetry Series – Letter to My Hurting Son
I’m not always the perfect mom and that’s not just my mom guilt talking, I just think it’s impossible to ever truly be the perfect mom. If we were perfect we wouldn’t be human, learning. Sometimes I think I’ve been a far less perfect mom than at other times, though. The thing I’m most proudContinue reading “Poetry Series – Letter to My Hurting Son”
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 – Evil Infiltration
This has been the only place I’ve felt safe opening up about my spiritual crisis, awakening, that more often than not feels like a rollercoaster of psychosis. I spent about a third of my time wondering if I’m just going crazy. For the third that follows, I remind myself that it benefits the darkness inContinue reading “Poetry Series – Evil Infiltration”
Poetry Series – Insecure
I’m not typically one to talk politics but I think this is far less political and far more pertaining to the war at hand – light and dark. I understand a want to protect a life, or even a potential life, but I don’t understand how people don’t see that the level of care isContinue reading “Poetry Series – Insecure”
Poetry Series – Simply, In Love
When we try to be with the wrong people we start believing a false narrative about ourselves when things don’t work out. I thought I was hard to love, not open enough with my love, difficult to be around, too emotional, overly sexual, too distant, too aggressive. I tried changing everything about myself only toContinue reading “Poetry Series – Simply, In Love”
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”
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