Remembering Me

I try to do the right things Be the right person Live the right way But no matter how hard I try They are here. In between every thread Of this tapestry. I didn't invite them in. They've always been here. Dark. Menacing. Blocking the happy. Lingering in the sad spaces. I didn't realize there … Continue reading Remembering Me

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Thank You and Be Free, My Insecurities

Love this. Honestly, this is one of the most beautiful and profound and deeply meaningful posts – to me personally – that I’ve read in a long time. Not to mention perfectly timed. Thank you lovely one. ❤🙏😊

Untangled

I packed my bag of insecurities
and sent it floating down the river

I watched it hit the rocks
and get caught up in the swirling current
clinging; begging to stay
for just one more day
one more week
a few more years

I gently called to the baggage
“let go, move with the current
find open water
and be free”

My insecurities
have served their purpose
keeping me cocooned
in a place of quiet and fear

Until the day
I began to practice
setting boundaries
and showing my strength to others
instead of silently resisting
the fear of being alone

Then came the day
when I trusted; I knew
that I could take
those insecurities
those fears of saying, “no”
and send them down the river

I started with a few silent
notes on the current
until I grew stronger

Today with feet firmly
rooted on the ground
I…

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WTF #2

So I got the job. My job. The job I had to apply for three times and interview for twice, even though I have been working it for one and a half years. I should be excited, happy, or at least mildly elated. But I'm not. I'm grateful to the universe for the course correction. … Continue reading WTF #2

Battlefield

I stand at the edge in despair. Dejected. Confused. Alone. A sullen spectator to the fading magnificence of my literary world. Ravaged and ruined by the conflict of rules contained within simple words of caution. A lone witness to the power in the invisible placement of intentional boundaries. I move. I shift. I aimlessly drift. Wide-eyed … Continue reading Battlefield