It’s hard to write poems when I am angry
My limbs feel explosive and energy courses through my veins,
My heart beats and I try to lean into it,
Relax my hands when they don’t want to stay still enough for me to hold a pen.
I am always in awe of how my body holds my feelings.
First, To Myself
Tonight I remembered
I️ don’t need to conquer every fear at once
I can go slow
One at a time
I remembered what it feels like to cry
Not because I am broken
But because I am healing
I remembered to lay down my armor for a moment
To be human
To be kind,
First, to myself.
Things Have Gone Wrong Today
Part of me,
Is wishful thinking,
Is reading into the words,
Is beating heart and wondering,
If it’s my fault.
Time and time again,
I can’t keep my heart from bleeding onto my sleeve.
I wonder when I will be enough.
This poem is a throwback, enjoy!
Day 22 – Weary
I miss you.
It’s hard to admit,
but I do.
We got older,
and maybe time caught up to us,
I miss us,
I miss you.
I can’t deny that.
I look for you in the dark,
Wish to crawl into you when my head is weary.
I miss your smell, your body.
I miss you smiling at me,
In person, not over the phone.
I wish you were here.