Your words
They sting like pros
Stabbing Swords
Legendary Forms
Parasite in my pores
Transformed myself toxic
Poisoned my own existence
Blinding fogs permeated vision
Coping skills
Self destruction, sabotage at will
Limitations
Transitioned to deflection
No expectation
Utter isolation
Peaceful meditation
Less intimidation
Healed incarnation
Abundant simulation
Your Words vanished
I replaced them with Truths
Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
The stages of grief when you find out and apply that when you know better you do better.
Dandelions in the fields
Weeds that help to heal
Some pull and pluck and kill
The plant is a weed
Something too ill
Not knowing the speed
To cure, mend, and feed
Don’t judge a book by it’s cover
Judge a book by it’s content
Everything has a purpose and grace
Even in the most forsaken place
The weed thrives, cures, and blooms
If your hands are full of hate
You can’t receive peace
If your heart is full of bitterness
You have no room for love
If your mind is full of fear
You can’t think of paths as clear
If you hang on to history’s baggage
You can’t fly into promised lands
Sometimes loosing is not a loss
If you are opening and making room
For what is yet to come
What weights you down
Is not an anchor
When your hands are full
Your heart is empty
Your brain is blinded
Your intuition sidelined
You can’t receive
If you don’t let go
Of what weights you down
To release
Is to receive, and be freed
The flower bloomed
Because of dirt
Through shit and gloom
Because of hurt
The more dirt some threw
The more the flower grew
Some called it dirt
The flower called it fertilizer
Than went on to Bloom
New Year New Me
as if the old me was not me
as if I have to renounce
or never pronounce
what created, molded, taught,
and shaped
who I be
New year resolutions
turned into absolutions
but only if and only
if you actually meet them
I am me
this new year
I’ll be me
next new year, I’ll be me
stronger, wiser, better, faster,
resting, doing, achieving
failing, succeeding
adding subtracting
adjusting
Not because it’s a new year
Not because it’s a new me
but because I know life changes regardless
there is no pause
no new year needed to change
or stay the same if that works
Thankful for the blessings
The lessons
The messes
The things that molded my surroundings
The things that folded abiding
The experiences turned titanium
The mistakes turned to pages
The beginnings finally ending
My attitude is gratitude
diminished for no one
knowing my worth
because sometimes peace, love, abundance, worth,
is shaped through scorn
Winter to Spring
Spring to Summer
Summer to Fall
Fall to Spring
Clockwise, Counterclockwise
Seeds Bloom
Seasons Change
Time Flies
Nothing Changes
Everything Changes
Tragedy~Triumph
Death~Birth
Mourn~Celebrate
Life Happens
Ready or Not
Regardless
Do Life Anyway and Regardless
If you do, someone talks
if you don’t, someone talks
if you do, someone talks
if you sit, someone talks
if you stand, someone talks
if you are silent, someone talks
if you speak up, someone talks
if you hide, someone talks
if you take up space, someone talks
if you dull, someone talks
if you shine, someone talks
Don’t sit, stay silent, hide, or dull yourself, someone talks
Do stand, speak up, take up space, shine, let them talk
No permission required, unapologetically
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