Poetry
Race Status: Did Not Finish
Do you ever wake up, head full of thoughts that are much too early to be thinking? Stuck on a wheel – in a race you’ve finally realized you’re in. Finally asking, “What am I chasing?!” Life can seem linear. We’ve been taught to think in binaries and lines and symmetry. Like we’re on a timeline with beginning and end points. We’re told with effort and hard work we can hit sought after milestones on this start to finish line.
Self-Love Letter
Some days, I look in the mirror and marvel.
Just Ask Me
Don’t assume – ask. Don’t assume what I need or want;
Truth, instead.
“The fantasy was shattered by my own growth.”
Backyard Poem
Lilac confetti covers the ground,
Only sometimes
Sometimes I just don’t want to.
What Can I Say? (for Papa)
Words? They’re tough to catch. They swirl around, elusive to my grasp. Too hard to hold but then they catch in my throat And I can’t speak.
Awakening
Can I ever be “woke”?
Privileged
I’m an external processor, but Words may fail me this time.
About Fear
My fear of conflict mutes my words.