Surf along the rolling tides
there’s no use trying to swim against the current
the only person you’ll end up hurting
is yourself
and when you depend on you, like you do,
it’s not worth the compromise.
Tag: mental health
breath, stay close to me
My breath is here to support me,
staying close at hand,
a gentle friend to call upon
in times of need.
I have needed her
in the late night and early morning hours
yesterday, today, to guide me
away from anxiety,
back into reality.
Please, breath, stay close to me.
I need you now,
and always.
build a new fence
The wood has been treated
with pressure.
Built to sustain hardships.
Arranged with equal spacing,
board after board of wood builds a wall
strong, and powerful.
Blocking more than can pass through,
it makes you believe you have a chance,
through the narrow openings.
Reality stands different.
Border. Barrier. Boundary.
All names apply.
Its commonality in partitioning property
eludes us,
the shared spread of land between us
stretches too far.
A new collection
of wood designed to withstand pressure,
due to arrive soon.
a routine to maintain upkeep
With the cloth in my hand
I wipe away the dust, the grime,
make the porcelain shine white
and smell like lemons.
Week after week, it’s become a routine
to maintain upkeep.
With the breath flowing in and out of my nose,
I wipe away the splattered remnants
of anxiety’s lashes,
where she’s struck out against my body,
trying to take control of me.
My breath restores the light,
so I can shine, and smell like lemons.
Day after day, moment after moment,
minute after minute,
it’s become a routine
to maintain upkeep.
emotional storm
Riding the waves of emotional lability
makes my soul weary.
How many hours of turbulence
must I endure
before the storm passes?
Fighting against the waves
brings more exhaustion than acquiescing
but even still,
I collapse, depleted of energy, at 10 AM.
I submit to the emotional storm,
praying,
I retain enough strength to stand again
when it clears.
end with me
Most of what I live in fear of,
in the shadows of anxiety
are circumstances fabricated by my mind.
They come from within me,
my own doing,
and break me.
If they come from me
they can end with me too.
acknowledge the discomfort
I can acknowledge the discomfort
and the depths it reaches
down into my blood and bones.
I can see it there,
give it a name,
inspect and observe its nature,
its behavior.
Why has it chosen to bury here
in my body?
What does it yearn to tell me,
to show me?
How can I help it heal, move on?
What can I find in the space
it leaves behind?
I can acknowledge the discomfort
and grant it permission
to help me heal,
and grow.
thief of joy
They say comparison is the thief of joy.
I’ve seen this, felt this,
I know this.
But still,
I cannot understand
why I expose myself to robbery
time and time again.
pressure
Stop putting so much damn pressure
on yourself.
You are not in a life-or-death situation.
If you make a mistake
(what classifies a mistake anyway?)
there will be opportunities to do better next time.
If you keep holding out
scared of imagined consequences
preparing for remediation of the fallout
without taking action at all,
you will kill yourself
before getting a chance to see the success
beyond the worrying,
unwarranted.
constructive feedback
Month after month, time after time,
I wind up here.
Nothing works.
I try, I hope, I visualize,
hell, I even pray.
Nothing.
The growing pile of failed attempts
casts a shadow, longer this month
than last.
Can someone please tell me
what I’m doing wrong?
Dawning Words 