I know there are days when
you feel that the only things
holding yourself together are
duct tape and super glue and
old episodes of bad sitcoms.
It is okay to leave pieces of yourself
buried between the couch cushions.
They will still be there to dig out
and brush off and spit-shine
in a week, when you’re ready
to be put together and perfect.
It is okay to want to slip from your
skin and assess the shards inside.
It is okay to simply leave them be
for a while.
Take pride in the chaos of your metamorphosis.
*For © Our Poetry Journey Contest
You are whichever wolf you feed.
Because sadness was a glutton,
her love and her kindness,
her gratitude and her hope,
they’re all starving, all withered.
She has paid enough tribute to sadness.
So she holds up her hands to the wolf
that would be joy, if she let it, and
offered what’s left of her heart.
As sadness silently salivates,
she walks with head held high,
determined to break ground.
for she is walking with wolves.
For #bymewombchallenge hosted by @bymewomb
For #juneinspiration hosted by the lovely @alura_inspires and I
You point out the curve of your stomach
and the ripple of your thighs, as if
these are flaws you need to hide,
when you look in the mirror
and see not good enough, please
remember that I see strong
hands, stronger willpower,
resilient heart, easy laughter,
kind eyes, fast wit. You are
delicate and wild, insane and
unpredictable. Accept your
complexity and depth and don’t
apologize for it. You are every
inch of the reason I count myself
so damn lucky to be a woman.
Don’t assume you know me
by the things I write.
They aren’t called
“pieces” for nothing.
It’s ok not to be a rose. You may not be the pretty one or the crowd favorite, but that’s because you’re one of the wild ones. You blossom and grow in unexpected proportions. And when people finally notice you, they won’t recognize you or know your name, but damn they will feel you. They will fall in love with your uniqueness and finally see the beautiful ambiguity that you are.
Continue reading “Identity”
You will learn that the most important conversations
are the ones you have with yourself.
When you live alone long enough, alone is no longer synonymous with lonely. After a while, you fill up the space. With your voice. With your scent. With your music. With your stuff.
Continue reading “Exile”
Do not be afraid to chart a
course for the edge of the world,
because sometimes, that is what it Continue reading “Chart a course”
You spend years reciting to yourself
all the things you hate about you.
Then suddenly, someone walks into
Continue reading “Sabotage”