Remember
there is no right or wrong
take control of your life if you want it
and I know you do.
Find what doesn’t work
and what does,
for you.
Experiment
engage in trial periods
carve through the brush to find your path.
No one else will do it for you.
Tag: poetry
drops of red wine
You taste so good
manipulating my brain chemistry
to make me miserable,
doubtful,
unwell.
Despite strawberry, vanilla and chocolate notes
the skull on your label
paints the real picture,
not the words.
Cutting down to my bones
no skin to hide behind
I see old wounds still bleeding,
longing for care.
I forgot they were there,
I cannot see them without you.
Still, they bleed,
drops of red wine.
sparkling snowflake
Amidst the brown grass
dirt-covered pavement
and branches stiff, stripped of leaves,
be the sparkling snowflake
in the not-yet-melted snowbank below.
Stand tall in your sparkle
case colorful, shimmering light around you,
make them take notice.
Bring your beauty regardless of circumstance
or comparison.
Be a one-of-a-kind sparkling snowflake.
Be you.
emotions from a wild mind
Taking control over me
they have climbed into the driver’s seat
to steer off in a new direction
deviating so far from where I was
and wanted to stay.
Emotions
turned free from a wild mind
to cause mayhem and disrupt the planned route,
pushing me to the cliff’s edge
without my feet ever touching the ground.
Too far to turn back around,
I cannot jump back on to the ledge
once I descend in air,
so I fall
and drag you with me.
If only I could take a firmer hold of the wheel
and stay in the lane,
I would.
longing heart
How do you tell them
how your heart aches to see them,
be near them, hear their story
and of the expansive burst in your chest
you feel the moment you see them?
When you say
“I’ve missed you”
or “It’s so good to see you”
do they also hear the words you want to say
but don’t?
Sometimes words cannot do justice
the bodily sensations of love and longing,
you know it by feeling
and hope they feel it too.
remember the slow walk
Footsteps slow down
heel to toe motion
toes connect one by one with the ground
sensations traveling back to my brain
this is how it feels to walk slow
walk with intention and grace
tension releases
calm expands.
Remember.
I think I see it now
Maybe I was looking at the wrong one
all along.
Were you there, in the background,
waiting for me to realize
and see?
I think I see it now.
I think I see you now,
at last.
feel the sun
Coming out the other side
of the tunnel, long and dark,
where I can feel the sun again.
Not completely through,
but further along than yesterday
and the day before.
Keep chasing the sun
until I can plant both feet
and leave a shadow behind.
engulf
All happiness is gone,
sucked and drained out of me
by a baster
that feels small, but powerful.
I see it transfer all it took from me
and walk far away into the distance
to somewhere and someone else.
I am left here,
this hollow, void shell of a body
with nothing inside.
I see other people
who have fought off these basters
or never encountered them at all,
and don’t want to be near them
for when comparisons start
and I pretend to be full like them
the void magnifies,
and engulfs me.
It engulfs me.
January walk
Opportunity made to reconnect
amongst the fresh, new air
remnants of past frozen water
melting from the heat
of our shoes and paws
and the courageous sun
building warmth once again.
Dawning Words 