oh silly girl
every love feels fresh
every love feels soul ending
every love is -the- love
but here you are again
strapping into the rollercoaster
bliss stark on your cheekbones
triumphant gaze ahead
oh silly girl
every love feels fresh
every love feels soul ending
every love is -the- love
but here you are again
strapping into the rollercoaster
bliss stark on your cheekbones
triumphant gaze ahead
i thought it would last forever
this disconnect, this
this
this
separation between who i thought i was
and who i could presently be
wasn’t i happy once?
didn’t i enjoy those things?
why was i hyperventilating before something i KNEW i loved but FELT like
like
like
honestly it felt like nothing
i couldn’t feel anything
not numb, just -not- anything
no joy, no sunlight, but
but
but
one day i woke up
and i felt it
a small river flowing
a little positivity fizzing in my marrow
i breathed a little easier and
and
and
i started to step outside of my tunnel
blinded by the realization
nothing lasts forever
even the absence and the disconnect must end
the poet here is in a fresh, new love
i apologize for being absent these past months
but allow me to please share with you these deep emotions i have been feeling
encouragement will return soon too!
thank you ❤
07/2019:
i wish and i hope
and i want and i expect
but reality does not become
any clearer
07/2020:
it turns out that time
plus a big dose of hard work
mixed with some soul searching
provided the clarity i was lacking
and i wait
and i wait
and i wait
on someone else to bring me happiness
oh dear heart
when will you take it for yourself
you can be strong
you can love again
you don’t have to believe
because you are
life is a bouquet of flowers
don’t let the sharp prick of thorns
keep you from appreciating the beauty
smell the sweet fragrance of possibility
i’ve sat stalled at these tracks
knowing that all I have to do
is put pen to paper
fingers to keys
and the words will just flow out
they’ll cascade around me
rushing and swarming
spilling and spitting
yarning the tale of these past few weeks
of promise
of hope
of deceit
of lies
but most of all of renewal
this is my month to clean
scrape the cobwebs from my mind
fast the sugars from my limbs
absorb the sunshine on my brow
finally sit down in this chair
and write
in the quiet moments when your resolve falters
remember all the times you prevailed over hesitation
take heart in the strength it took you to begin this journey
rest for a little in self-gratitude before continuing on
has all this self discovery
really just been an awareness of others
i see in your eyes
the vulnerability i felt
the worry i push away
the insecurity i fight
please let me help you
i see too much, yes
but i help enough, no