They call it adrenaline But it’s just chemical fear I can taste it on my tongue Feel it speed through veins Like alcohol, thin and sharp It churns in my stomach Makes my nerves radiate And then… I’m a machine I’m not me… I’m a robot Something more innate Wakes up and steps up And…
Painted memories Beautiful pinks And soft blues Full of shadows Of bold darks Of gentle hues Blended regrets And mistakes And triumphs too Vivid landscapes Full of textures And dimensions The color of you
It’s known that hurting people hurt other people. Intentionally and unintentionally. Your traumas will always be a part of you but you get to decide how you carry them. Do you learn from them? Do you let them change you into a better more loving, compassionate, and giving person? Or do you carry them in…
I’d never been afraid of the hallway. The echoes it carried. The voices. The feet. The light that zigzagged across the floor. That landed on the walls. That rained from the ceiling. It’s always been there to welcome and carry me from one room to the next. And there were always countless rooms. So many…
I woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. Dreams of self-hate, disrespect, mistrust and betrayal. It felt… familiar. Like the beginning of something I still had control of. Once I woke I identified the core feelings I needed to work on. Now I’ll work through them and get a nap later. Depression…
I sit most of my day Looking at you I’m dependent on you The only person That cares about you You hold so much info I’d be totally lost Completely confused Up a muddy creek If anything happened To the intelligence You possess You hold the lock And I literally Hold the key
It was an early December morning and I was hungover. I had far too much to drink the night before for someone who hardly ever drank. I remember walking outside to cool off and sitting in the snow. It seemed a perfectly reasonable thing to do. Little did I know the next morning was going…
I’ve always felt like a small piece Like there is a place waiting For the exact right shape To fit within its little void I feel a part of the sun Of the swaying trees Of the raging storms And the crashing sea A part of so many things But never fully have I fit…
The days slowly crawl From sunrise to sunset The same words echo Until they fall silent The sky mourns us With determined drops That fall heavy Even maybe a bit angry At our solitude Because Even heaven understands Our torment at being apart
I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends. Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice. Today I am finding beauty in…
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