Blossoming
In her darkness
She found
Herself
She abandoned the
Weight of Worries
She slowly turned toward the light
We fear the dark
Yet… somehow we
fear the Light as well
She paved herself a
New path
One where Blossoming was
the priority
Creating space for
Her voice
to not be shouted but
Whispered
She summoned expansion
+ ease
She released her
Shrinking + doubts
”Blossoming”
9/9/22
Where Do You Wait?
What’s in waiting?
Whether a short while for dinner
Or long-term for life’s unanswerable questions
Within waiting is
Hope
Anxiety
Doubt
Peace
Waiting patiently
Anxiously awaiting
Where do you wait?
In the depths of the dark cocoon
Unafraid of lacking light
Or pretending to surrender
In the busy, messy chaos of idling.
”Where Do You Wait?”
8/12/22
Mother Said
She opened her ears +
Closed her eyes + mouth
She sipped from the cup
Ready to release her long-held beliefs
Turn to the light
Mother said
You have suffered
Long enough
Keep your heart open
Mother said
You deserve love
In all its forms
You have time
Mother said
Slow down +
Bask in the joy
“Mother Said”
6/14/22
Heavy Bones
I used to think this
Weight in my bones was
Pain Anxiety Fear
But really it’s
Regret masked as a
Life of living small
Shrinking a body that’s been
Asking to take up space
Playing safe in a story
That’s never quite felt like mine
Keeping quiet to
Protect the egos of fragile men
This heavy burden is
My own doing
And now is the time for
My own unlearning
”Heavy Bones”
May 15, 2022
Not All Dark Clouds Bring Rain
She looked up to the
Dull sky, face damp
With salty tears
It was there that she knew
Not all dark clouds
Bring rain
Not all sunny days
Feel good either
That emotions ebb +
Feelings flow
Despite the expectations of
The radar
Rather than wait + be
Fearful of rain
She would choose to
Spend as many days possible
Basking in the sun
”Not All Dark Clouds Bring Rain”
April 24, 2022
My Fingers have Asthma
April Poetry Prompt # 21 for theguelfpoet
I try to control your every move
As a means to control my own emotions
My hands gripped so tightly around your neck
My fingers can’t breathe
It’s as if they have asthma
Choking on worry
Drowning in envy
Fighting to feel something
Other than empty
I release the clutch of my hold +
We are both
F
R
E
E
”My Fingers have Asthma”
April 22, 2022