Be Alone

I love quarantine. in a world led by people sickly obsessed with temporary things — having undistracted time alone is a connection with your soul. “do you love yourself?” is not a complex question, yet it is feared. in their fearfulness, they confuse being alone with loneliness. codependency over self-reliance. independence is self-love through mindfulness,Continue reading “Be Alone”

beginnings

new beginnings wait for us to keep an open mind. they sit at the steps until we squeeze past them to the door. singing to us these impressive, impending triumphs. “be brave.” we don’t listen. we are rebel children without strategy. we live with anger. pride as our dishonest guide. black paint on our walls.Continue reading “beginnings”

waiting (healing)

wait for the good to come. aren’t i worthy? excuses that fill my head while laying restless at 3 AM. love in all its forms must be strengthened. career and creativity and all that is part of my purpose has to expand. but not yet. i must heal while in stagnancy. cannot move forward untilContinue reading “waiting (healing)”

Our Darkness

share a secret with reflections of our darkness. “I’ve never told anyone this.” if i fix her, maybe i can fix the hollow parts of me. oh. i can just fix me? as the others were outside being carefree, he said, staring at the TV’s trauma unfold, “Happened to me, too…” not an overshare, aContinue reading “Our Darkness”

Red Hoodie

I’m nineteen, walking a dog at 2 AM. I spot Red Hoodie. He pauses. I walk faster. I make the block 3 times after. 1st time: ignores his conversation partner. 2nd time: is gone. 3rd time: follows me in his car. I look at the sidewalk to guide me back home. I’m twenty-four with aContinue reading “Red Hoodie”

Shadow

11.21.18 I’m in a mood, I say. But this underlying chaos rises too close every time I speak. I’m just tired, I think. Clouds of puffy smoke dance inside of me, leaning against the Exit. I spot my shadow. She is impatient. She is a warrior, ready for this stagnancy to pass. Slow and steady,Continue reading “Shadow”

M.A. (A Stray)

My anxiety softly touches my hair in an attempt to soothe my worries. My anxiety says dark things, half-seriously, in an attempt to make things light. I see a stray, Daisy, and she yells upon sight. She comes close, and sees I am a flower, too. We walk on, led by the sunlight. My anxietyContinue reading “M.A. (A Stray)”