Poetry

Summon Darkness

I wrote this piece at a witchy writing workshop where we discussed the portrayal of witches as wild/ bad women in media. It was fun + out of my element from my “normal” poetry.

I don’t want to be good
I want to utilize my powers
To be bad
For the fun of it
For the thrill of it

Donned in all black
Blinkless stare
I own the night +
I’ll devour your soul whole

I’m tired of being the good girl
I channel my ancestors +
Summon the darkness to
Shift inside me what I
cannot change on my own

“Summon Darkness”
12/7/22

No one was harmed in the writing of this poem hehe

Shame Cycle

Soft morning light
Drapes through the windows
Tickling my senses
but still not enough to
Make Me Rise

Colder-than-I-like air keeps me
Tethered to the warmth of sheets + blankets
I toss + turn
I shut down my eyes time
+ time again

Shame creeps in
You should just get up
You’ve slept plenty
Everyone else is up + moving
A real spiritual practitioner is
Awake before the sun

I lack discipline + drive
I enjoy wallowing in my woes
Heavy bedding on cold toes
What’s the point of waking early?
That just means more hours to
Fret. To overthink. To feel too much.

I’ll try again tomorrow +
Start another day by
Disappointing myself
Or maybe I’ll abandon the dream of
being someone I’m not
+ stay in this loop of sleep,
shame, cycle repeats 

“Shame Cycle”
3/14/23 

Three Hands

What would you do with Three Hands?
Work harder, faster, more
Would you eat more delicious foods
Or hold onto more friends

Would you carry the load for
those who need help
Or maybe you’d just spend more
time Scrolling

Could you fathom creating more art
More beauty in this world
or Would you be a part of
its Destruction

Do you envision abundance in those
Three Hands
Or are they a nuisance,
one more part to lug around

Would you add more doing, more going
Simply because you had an extra hand
or would you Allow Yourself
more pleasure, more rest
because you had deserved support

”Three Hands” 2/25/23

Play is the Cure

I know you’re tired
Tired of growing, healing, change
Tired of finding the lesson, of being grateful

I want you to wallow + rage
I want you to throw yourself a pity party
I want you to indulge, let loose
I want you to burn your life to the ground

I know you’re tired of being the good girl
Tired of worrying, fretting
Tired of feeling so much lack
Tired of feeling… period

I want you to know + truly embody that
You are enough
You
Just you
As you are 
Not because of your job title
Or your income
Not because of your clothes or car 
or online presence 
YOU are enough

I want you to meet this tired version of you
With gentleness, love, compassion
What does she really need?

I want you to swim in sweetness
To meet your shadow sides with ease
To hold those hard-to-see places with eyes of curiosity
Not judgment

I want you to abandon routines when
your body is craving
Rest + play
Soften around the should’s, 
the “must” do’s of work + life

Flow into your feminine energy
Trust + fully surrender that every single thing that is 
Aligned for you is headed your way
In perfect timing + perfect form

I know you are tired
Play is the cure

“Play is the Cu e”
1-5-23 

The Emotion

The Emotion -
You know the one
The one you busy yourself for
Run, hide, blame

The emotion
Bubbling under the surface
Begging to simply be seen

Spend time with me
Talk with me
Please
Just hear me
Here. Me.

Shame, guilt, anger
Sadness, loneliness, fear
Which is it?
All balled into one
Super Emotion

So how do you sit with her?
Your scared inner child
Terrified of her own thoughts,
feelings, inner world 

“The Emotion”
Dec 13, 22

stillness is my socialization

Belly in grass
Grey skies above
Three girls picnicking
An elderly couple
Walking hand in hand

Grief for lack of closeness
Shame for making everything about me
Accustomed to running from
my darkness but learning that
That is where the magic is

Alone isn’t so lonely anymore
Sometimes it’s preferred
My energy is easier to handle
My mind is more at ease
How do I let someone new in
When solitude is my sanctuary
And stillness is my socialization?

Envy points to what is missing in my own life
How can I meet those needs myself?
Yet how still do I reach out for support?

Curiously engaged with the world around me
Highly attuned to my own body
What does she need to tell me?
What have I spent years turning deaf ears to?

stillness is my socialization
12/10/222

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