Finally.
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
Finally.
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
feeling a sense of anxiety and discomfort
In new spaces in new places
Makes my chest burn
With embarrassment and shame
At the thought of feeling so lame.
Further angered at the red hot tears
That resembles the fear searing through me.
So I pull back,
Sit down
Let it all wash over me.
Stand up
So I push forward.
How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?
I would not be where I am now
If we hadn’t parted
What was not in our vows
Isolated. Betrayed. Manipulated. Used
For another’s comfort and life goals
I would not be controlled
That liberation was self emancipation
Success?
Yes.
Now I’m a free soul.
Ive held a sun and the earth in my womb
Carried the stars and delivered them safely
Yet from cradle to tomb
It is not the good I do
provisions made
food on the plate
Making a way
Out of no way
Holding it down
Sticking around
Being present
Forsaking the benefits
For doubt, failure and shame
I swallow the blame
Hold on to my pain
Let my tears flood the pillowcase
Only to awake
And do it again
Much is required.
What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?
As the sun peeks over the horizon
I open my eyes and think of you
I turn to see you sleeping
Chestnut lids covering dark brown eyes
That look in to mine with passion ablaze
Surely I dreamt of you while sleeping by your side
Hands clasped between our thighs.
I pass the day with sweet nothings and forget me nots
Forging my own path with joy and liberty
And as I lay down to sleep late in the midnight hour
My head on your chest finds rest
Feels so blessed to know you when I rise.