CIRCLE WITH A DOT

joy is the currency of life

My mind is like a junk drawer sometimes. I kind of have to sift through to find what I’m looking for…and that’s what writing is to me.

#writing #selfcare

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I was
catwoman
abandoned
pushed past
the edge
swallowed
by darkness
left for dead
and yet
protected
by providence
resurrected
for purpose

lick my tears
carry the rage
past the fears
move with grace

it took all my strength
to take no more revenge
than building myself
back up
again and again

I guess I got
eight more times
left to try
rebirth
is my birthright

#poetry #catwoman

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I kiss my scars and bruises
let them fade gently
into the starry sky

this is the lonely
unglamorous part
of healing
done in the dark and quiet

I don’t need them
as souvenirs
of my resilience anymore
I have seen both sides
of the moon
and now I am free
to dance with the shadows
into the light

#poetry

I never felt a greater sense of belonging
than when sitting on a train
meeting eyes that are also longing
for something more
Connection.
Next stop, misdirection.
I travel the world
just to try and find
a place that feels like home
and peace of mind.
Meanwhile, I’m reminded of
the comfort of familiar strangers.
We quickly dart our eyes away
but cherish that brief moment
of vulnerability.
I know you see what I see,
potential in a perfect stranger,
looking flawless
sitting across from me,
a mirror image
of the soul inside of me.
🪞
~original poem, 9/20/19

in joy, life

in joy, life.

rest and stillness in a capitalistic hellscape is self compassion but also a subtle form of anarchy.

being worn out and dysregulated makes you more programmable, compliant and less likely to build something of your own.

disturb their peace by cultivating yours. conserve your energy for when you need it not for when they want it.

#capitalism #selfcare

all the songs
I ever played for you
were always yours to keep
I don’t send any invoices
I don’t save my receipts

I shared them fully
and freely
they meant the world to me

I hold no grudges
set no conditions
I don’t pull any strings

I have my own endless supply
Of sweet music
radiating from me

I don’t need to take yours from you
or bring mine back to me

this is who I am
and who I always will be

I am not the conductor
I am the violin

I am not a lover
I am the love within

#poetry #reflections