Here we are, standing in the middle of a bridge Suspended only by a pair of old, fraying ropes Swaying back and forth, two hundred feet above ground Wind gusts whistling through the holes of wooden slats And by the way, dear soul, I am afraid of heights. I cannot promise I will be theContinue reading “I Will Try”
There are three paths ahead of us Not one of them right, not one of them wrong Each leading us to the same destination Whether arriving swiftly or prolonged. The first leads to an ocean of deepest emotion Where we swim to rhythm of our heart’s symphony Eyes closed as we are guided by ourContinue reading “Three Paths”
Why is it such a challenge To offer ourselves the same kindness we give to others? Showing unwavering care for all human beings While simultaneously torturing ourselves With degrading words and punitive thoughts. Injustices by others we automatically turn inward Into unending attacks against our own character Willingly taking the blame while blameless The wayContinue reading “The Challenge of Worthiness”
I built these walls to withstand the wind To hide away my heart where no one could see But even stone and brick cannot circumvent The unrest from stirring up in me.
Quietly stepping out on ice Whispering pleas for a safe crossing Feet slipping, arms extended, palms ready For a swift and sudden fall, Taking deep but shaky breaths In a Herculean attempt to stay balanced. Isn’t life an unexpected skating adventure On a patch of thin, splintering ice? Prepared for a plunge into freezing waterContinue reading “Stepping Out on Ice”
Oh, if you knew the amount of resistance I summon from the moment I awake to resist constantly apologizing For each imperceptible mistake From asking how you are feeling With too serious a tone To not chuckling right on cue At your most recent subtle joke. That I’m not pleading forgiveness After each social exchangeContinue reading “Overly Apologetic”
I am an overthinker The sheriff of Anxiety Town Predicting futures of death and devastation Without the help of a crystal ball. I am a worrying insomniac A file cabinet turned upside-down Littered with a thousand urgent memos To which I may never respond. I am a broken record of negative self-talk Shaming myself forContinue reading “Overthinker”