All I can do
is listen to my body
listen to her screams and shouts
her whimpers and protests
her laughter and joy
her inhales and exhales.
If I listen
she will tell me what I need to know.
Tag: poetry
love yourself the hardest, then
It tastes good in the moment
a perfect fit into all the right receptors
to provide comfort,
and love.
More must be better than a little
so indulge,
and comfort it will continue,
until it’s gone.
When you’re left, at the end,
feeling unlovable,
love yourself the hardest, then.
in search of a label
How far down the tunnel can we go
in search of a label, a name, anything,
to classify how we’re feeling?
here, where I am
The changes I could make,
the differences I dream of having
already lie in opportunity’s wake,
here,
waiting for me to give them a try
here,
where I am.
blue jay
The one second I chose
to glance out the window
was the same second
you chose to land on the branch.
I immediately wonder
what meaning you bring,
what hidden message you carry,
what I’m destined to interpret.
You make me think of him.
Maybe
it was only coincidence.
A magnificent coincidence.
community mourning
A year has gone by
without you here.
The pain, the sorrow, the longing
feels as fresh today
as one year ago.
I sit in community
with all who knew and loved you
as we remember
your smile, passion, love;
I can hear your laughter
ringing out and through the first snow.
We mourn you.
We miss you.
We love you.
turtles do it, too
When you see yourself
from a distance
retreating back and away,
into your shell
and away from the world,
you can understand
why turtles do it, too.
sit with the pain
To slow down enough
for it all to catch up;
the stress, the sleepless nights,
the self-neglect,
means sitting with the pain
for a while
until it dissipates.
shatter the standards
I set standards high in the sky
so I can see them
but never touch them,
always a step or two beyond.
Highlighting the distance
between where I am
and where I should be.
Self-righteous, I feel,
to see them so high,
slightly out of reach.
Motivating,
and destructive.
If I stumble on one loose rock
then I slide all the way to the bottom
to start from the beginning
again.
No mercy.
Shatter those standards
into small, sharp shards
for when I shatter
from the pressure
and start to fall.
If I shatter,
then they should too.
last time
What if
the last time I saw you
will really be
the last time?
Dawning Words 