I was twenty-five when my vision of the world changed. It wasn't the first time, but it was the most crucial shift of my life. I shed my naivete and spread my wings. The clouds parted in revelation. Not of the crystal pure sparkling sky I imagined, but of beauty overrun by murky squalls of… Continue reading The Price of Our Empathy
Tag: Poetry
Eclipse Season Affirmations
Let it go, Let it happen. Keep it moving. Keep your focus on the purpose, on the passion. Step toward change. Step into your power. It's time for more evolution. It's time for another metamorphosis. Own this lunar eclipse season. Own this taurus scorpio energy. For two years, release expectations and evolve. For two years,… Continue reading Eclipse Season Affirmations
Fake News
Talking head but no leg to stand on. It doesn’t matter because the conspiracy fits their agenda. Their paste-face idol proclaims it to be truth and it’s enough evidence for them. Radicalization unregulated in the name of free speech and constitutional rights. Yet they all cock their brows and crinkle their noses as they demand… Continue reading Fake News
New York, New York
It's been two yearssince I've gazed upon yourmiraculous metropolis aura.A pandemic-a lifetime-between us.I often wonderare you different?A silly question becauseof course you are.of course-I hope that you're differentas inhappier,shinier,brighter. Sometimes I ignore the factthat I know the opposite is true.I imagine youdingeydarkand deep as ever.The last time we were together,it was I who was suffering.I… Continue reading New York, New York
Love Patterns
In my youth I knew nothing of the tenderness the passion and the burning love. I knew only of the awkward, the obligatory and the butterflies in my heart that seemed to justify anything and everything as long as the boy wanted me. These were the butterflies they spoke of in the rom-coms, the young… Continue reading Love Patterns
Willful Blindness
I am invisible An illusion projected to the world and the mirror. My physical will forever be reductive. My emotional, intellectual, and spiritual are never percieved properly by anyone but myself. But- I didn't even see myself until two transformations ago. I question my existence every time the clock ticks. I am invisible. You who… Continue reading Willful Blindness
The Strain
A new standard, a new life. What is there to do if not to reach for the cotton clouds feathered over the snow-covered mountains? I could tell you I’m reaching out for a way to change the world but the big picture is too much weight for my shoulders to bear. What am I really… Continue reading The Strain
No Thank You List
No thank you self-sabatoge No thank you self-victimization No thank you self-doubt No thank you mental anguish and gymnastics No thank you analysis paralysis No thank you temper tantrum tears when I don't get my way No thank you shutting myself in and wondering why I feel lonely No thank you impossible expectations and moving… Continue reading No Thank You List
My Mind Is a Distraction Machine
Distraction. The villain. I'm in a constant state of fending it off. And sometimes - most times - I give up. I give in and let it take over my body. Even now, after I ordered myself to sit down and finish my article because I have time to write. The time is now. I may not… Continue reading My Mind Is a Distraction Machine
What Do Your Dreams Tell You?
I close my eyes and drift away to a safe place. a secure space where authenticity flowers and flourishes while Shame, insecurity, and performance are thin on the ground. I am beautiful. Natural and naked, I skip in the grass and I sore through the clouds and I soak up the sunshine. I don't worry… Continue reading What Do Your Dreams Tell You?