Retrospectively Thinking About Perfectionism

I once was told we are born pure And the Devil is on a mission Trying to trip our every step Manipulating inhibitions This ingrained a fear of mistakes Though I want to make them all Bruise my body, scrape my knees I want to feel the fall SWD 06/2018

I am in the driver’s seat

I stopped arguing for a second Felt the silence in the car So thick I could breathe in and suffocate I wanted to slice through it with anger And rage And impulsiveness ADHD infects my rationality So in our moment of reticence I focused my attention on each inhalation of each breath The road disappearing…

Dear God

Dear God, Give me confidence and courage Give me harmony and hope Give me the strength to hold onto The knot I tied at the end of this rope That I made sure to secure tightly to whatever love I found And was sure came from You Not the temple’s written pedigree Before climbing through…

Aging

He sat next to me, slumped slightly over From years of boulders piling upon his shoulders Though he still seemed as resilient and sturdy as an oak tree With wrinkles, like bark, beside his eyes nestled gently Providing proof that he once laughed hard enough to cry His white hair wrapped from the back of…

Insecure Poets

Insecure about writing poetry Twisting emotions and thoughts to rhyme Self-conscious when we are being so honest For we are written into every line Writing requires great vulnerability Opening our chests is no small feat Poets’ ribs protect no hearts For on their sleeves is where they beat SWD 01/2018 Updated 06/2018

My Morning Tantrums

Most mornings I feel like a completely different person Opening my eyelids is like yanking back the curtains And letting sunshine pour directly on the face of a sleeping toddler My mind will moan and argue to rest longer Throw a fit when I demand to start the day And of course small mishaps Scrambling to…

Hard to shake

I forgot the sound of your voice The smell of your hair The feel of your hands I vaguely remember our jokes The nights without sleep And songs to which we danced It’s hard to recall our nicknames The stories we told Adventures we did take But the flutter in my stomach And love housed in…

Oh! To be as resilient as a forest

Oh! To be as resilient as a forest Branches bending and breaking Only to grow in new directions Rivers meeting great boulders Though none impede the flow Family and friends, the suns in my sky With radiant beams to pierce my leaves Light the footpaths within myself And encourage flowers to bloom SW 04/2018

The Teal Blue Journal

I am writing thoughts in the teal blue journal Grasped in my hands at all times lately Or crammed into my purse just to carry for comfort Conversations I used to have between me, myself and I Secretly in the hallways between brain cell blocks Are being had on blank, ivory-colored paper Deciphering the cacophony…