Tag: power

love will keep the cycle spinning

~ jennadawn ~ 1 Comment

The day where I slow down
becomes the day when
my anxiety builds, and grows,
consumes my body,
stands in the spotlight
it presumes to have lost
for too long.

But I know it well,
its patterns consistent,
I anticipated this would happen
and I have tools, strategies,
to help shift the spotlight away
and reclaim my power.

Breathe.
Move.
Talk.
Breathe again.

Shower my anxiety with the love
it expects not,
showering my body with love
alongside,
love will keep the cycle spinning;
this will not last forever.

standards

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Please, oh please,
stop being so hard on yourself
day after day.

Who sets the bars, the standards
you race to meet?
The person who sets them
maintains the power to change them.
Is it you?

weight of concrete

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Weights of concrete blocks
attached to my ankles
keep me here.
If I tried to walk
they would break through the floor
pulling me down storeys,
shattering bones
to further impede me from moving
away to anywhere but here.

Gravity pulls my head
down to my ankles
where the concrete absorbs it all
full knowing of its power.
I sacrifice my mind
for my bones,
staying here under the weight of
where it wants me.

In the dense cement,
no room to breathe,
I try to sleep.
At least, maybe then,
I can feel weightless
if just for a moment.

river current

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You were the river
eroding shorelines
constantly flowing.

I believed
I could stand on the sandbar
in the middle
and you wouldn’t hurt me.

You swept me up
and into the current
proving how helpless
I was all along.

the moving sun

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The shade will only rest here
for so long
before the moving sun
will outrun the stationary house
to come over the rooftop
and find me,
take away my solace,
roast me.

The shade retreats further
under the sun’s ominous power,
shrinking.
Here I will stay
as long as possible,
until it’s gone.

Here I will stay
until it’s time to move on.

out of the current

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When I wrote about you
I hardly had to think at all.
Words appeared on the paper
as if from nowhere,
or a power higher and stronger than myself.

Flowing like a river downstream
I had no choice but to follow it,
with words to describe you, us,
in hundreds of ways
sweeping me with the current.

I am out of the current now.
There may be peace in calm, cool water
but also discomfort.
I wish not to write of you any longer,
but I cannot find words for anything else.

frustrations

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I am mindful and present
with my frustrations,
acknowledging them
giving them power, more than they deserve.

Holding frustrations over situations beyond my control
weighs me down,
noticeably so.

Give them away
so I can give more of myself to you.
Give, in hopes that you
will give too.