“don’t mind me”
scrubbing off
judgemental views
loathsome words
sinking into
a bubble bath
to my soul
to cleanse
to find thee
to remind me
nightly
go kindly
“don’t mind me”
scrubbing off
judgemental views
loathsome words
sinking into
a bubble bath
to my soul
to cleanse
to find thee
to remind me
nightly
go kindly
maybe this is it
but maybe not
probably not,
i don’t want to ryhme today, no drafts
i just want to say that maybe, just maybe
today is the day you start living
maybe, you’re the only one standing between you and your greatest self
maybe you need one little push
and maybe just maybe this is it
remember when you were two, you probably don’t
but i promise you were fine, you didn’t care, you lived and laughed through your days, you also cried.. a lot
maybe learn something from the two year old version of you,
maybe channel the kid in you and let her be
let her free
maybe just maybe for once…
start being you,
again
who cares what everyone else thinks
i believe in you
and so should you
so maybe just maybe today is your day
to be
free
and whole
the past year was all about going into war with my worst enemy; myself.
left every fight celebrating my loss, losing parts of me i needed to shed.
you start growing when you’re the only one noticing your battles;
celebrating every little win, leaving the battlefields brand new;
couldn’t even notice all the versions of you.
i ran out of ink; trying to journal every tiny thought, so many fleeting emotions couldn’t be fully felt.
black ink, endless paper, rewriting who i want to be, reinventing me.
i walk in silence beside your green leaves
i hear you sing to your branches
you choose to live every day
take care of your yield
you drink the water beneath
you look death in the eye
rooted too deep
she breathes into the sky
inhaling the smiles of the gatherers
exhaling gifts to the universe
happy to give away
her children
a selfless deed
and i ask myself
does she ever wallow or grieve
does she want to stay alive
does she fights the urge to leave
from where i stand
this tree
seems happier than me
carrying the world
inside my walls
a desire to break free
yet the mallet’s too old
once it’s carried
it crumbles and falls
a need to be broken
once more
perhaps more pieces
need to form
for me to become one
once and for all
too calm
the scary kind of calm
tornado warning kind of calm
silent screams kind of calm
so many at once
too much to exist
in one
am i the rain
am i the dancer under the rain
am i the one explaining
how did it rain
am i the melody
or am i the dance
feeling a lot
but none at all
stuck in a stranger that i call home
have you ever been certain
took a step towards
knowing exactly where to head
have you ever been sure
whom to walk with
or who to ask for help
have you ever known
where to go
when you feel alone
have you ever felt heard
were you ever seen before
i’ve always been
uncertain
unsure
never knew
where to head
feeling alone
on an empty road
ten steps back
one towards
an empty fullness
filled with nothingness
a blur
am i feeling a lot
or is it nil
i no longer
weigh
or sense
is it tender
or is it firm
a gush
through me
leaving a hole
unable to heal
unable to cure
it’s too hard
asking my lips
to smile with lies
it’s too hard
asking my muscles
to relax and contract
it’s too hard
asking my mind
to focus on now
it’s too hard
to breathe in
and simply let out
it’s too hard
to let blood flow
out of my heart
it’s too hard
to harden my legs
and walk on ground
it’s too hard
to straighten my hands
and wave and laugh
it’s too hard
tonight
to be alive
hollow
unable to swallow
i wallow every night
in sorrow
waiting for the sun to rise
i bow to the light
and ask
if i can borrow
any of her shine
to help me tomorrow
starting my day with a lie
hoping no one notices
that i die
inside
every night
hoping for a better tomorrow