She is a bashful, smiling enigma Courteous to others, harsh on herself With only the slightest trace of melancholy Flickering almost imperceptively Across her face. Only a rare few ever see beyond the pleasantness She gladly defers to others to avoid herself Deflecting questions like a super power She will listen for ages about anythingContinue reading “Hiding”
Unraveled but still standing, Off-kilter but determined, We pull ourselves from the depths Like warriors with one last breath, Truth illuminating our shadowed minds With both the sting and the promise of one more day. We can no longer remain stagnant Now that we see, now that we know No avoiding realities in broad daylightContinue reading “Acceptance”
I know what happens next, But let me linger here a moment longer Breathe in the sweet relief of rosy dreams While they are still floating around my consciousness. I know I must face inevitable change, But only after I have searched a little bit longer For the last remaining granules of hope on theContinue reading “I Know”
When our eyes adjust to the darkness, We begin to see the bars of our self-imposed prisons Realizing the whys and hows of our stagnancy That eventually open the door for our escape. I know what the lurking shadows feel like, The chains of depression on a tender soul Steeped in the shame of everyContinue reading “Out of the Dark”
There is a festering wound in me That I must confront, that I must see But it’s as if my mind is always running To escape the lurking presence of sorrow, As if it were a monster, always prowling, Seeking to disarm my carefully composed resolve To face the unbearable without truly breaking. I don’tContinue reading “Leaning Toward”
Isn’t it strange that we cannot break down Until we are finally safe? Holding onto our hypervigilance Until we can give our hearts permission To quietly break.
I see the itch in your twitching feet The instant the pain sets in Stirring up feelings you cannot ignore So, let the damage control begin! Fleeing is not the answer To dispose of unwanted sensations They will cling to recesses of your soul No matter the speed of abdication. Take a breath and inviteContinue reading “Running Away from the Cure”