Every story I get the privilege of living through is a stitch in the blanket of my life every laughter, tragedy, and fear is braided in with swift hands that get more confident as I go life is a balancing act between "should" and authenticity flowing and stopping as the seams that hold my life…
I asked self:Why don’t you want to be perceived, to be witnessed? self said:To be perceived is to be judged I asked self:What are the consequences of judgement? self said:Judgement fuels condemnation, Judgement gives permission to deem me unworthy. I asked self:What happens if you are deemed unworthy? self answered:It means I am excluded from…
She always followed me home The further we drove the same distance she appeared They say she’s a reflection of the sun I say her light is self-sufficient Her purpose is to remind us that even in darkness there is light Even when she is reNewing herself Hiding away from Earth She is…
She has the self worth of a candle who believes it is a wildfire enough to make a ditch into a hill a hill into a mountain with a raise of her hand
At some point, I decided I wasn't worth knowing. My limbs desperately grasped at the wind while my body yearned for touch Seeds of potential spilled on the concrete My mask fused to my skin under the heat of others opinions This quarter century has taught me two things; Flowers grown in my…
Maybe.. The word that's become so important to my healing. When I allowed space for maybe around my deepest darkest thoughts and opinions about myself, I slowly opened a moat of possibility for me to swim in and out of. It made that black box smaller and smaller, surrounded by possibility. It has revolutionized me…
The lake. Impersonating an ocean trying to be all it can be but still falling short in its magnitude. I sit here, the waves amplifying the wind, staring at the curve of the earth I see at the horizon. Maybe everything will be alright - it says to me Assuring my anxious nature You have…
There Are No Words 