Happiness

Wise men say

Happiness begins with

living.

With truly being free

and comfortable in who you are.

I’d say that these men are right.

I used to grasp for people’s hands,

rely on other broken hearted people

to ground me

and make me feel –

anything.

Then, I lost the person I love.

Then, I had to find myself again…

Find happiness again.

This is a commentary on happiness,

of being happy in yourself –

yourself alone.

People disappoint, people leave, and people can hurt you.

Living freely, comfortable in who you are

is the key

to happiness…

July 6, 2021 0

Dust to Dust

Alone in the garden

I stumble upon an apple tree

But this is no ordinary tree – no

It has been in the family for generations

This tree is strength, creation, protection, love…

The tree sighs heavy breaths as it inhales and exhales

The cool summer air.

I breathe in sync with her

Admiring her branches that are so long

And wide

And have touched and seen so many beautiful things…

I pluck a small ruby apple from her grasp

So soft, so fragile

I hold it in my hands as I would a child.

Beside me, an apple falls

Too heavy and grown to be held by its mother

Any longer.

It’s wrinkled, inhabited by worms and turning brown.

But it still has the warmth of life within its being.

I compare the two –

One so pure, so fresh,

New to this world and naive.

The other old, tortured, dying…

This tree, with its veins deeply rooted into

Nature

Into the truth,

Creates life.

She creates, nurtures, heals & speaks.

Breathes the air given to her with thankfulness

Knowing that her presence is a blessing a

And breathes life into those

That surround her.

She is of the dust –

we are all of the dust…

Like the withering apple,

Crippled, crumpled & crinkled beside me

Decay & disease destroying it

From the inside out,

Life comes and goes so quickly

We are born from dust,

And to dust we will return…

July 6, 2021 0

You are my Poison

I can’t stop myself from loving you,

Even as you spit venom from your mouth,

In between the sweet nothings

That truly mean nothing at all.

But they mean the world to me.

I can’t get enough.

The venom hurts, then it burns, then it begins to corrode my veins.

I feel my heart slowly dying,

My legs collapsing under me,

And yet,

I come back for more.

I can’t stop myself from loving you,

Loving the lies,

The pain,

The pure toxicity of it all.

You are my poison,

& I can’t get enough…

August 27, 2020 1

What Do I Want?

It’s been a year since I’ve asked myself, what do I want?

I’ve been consumed with making a toxic relationship healthy,

Consumed with making everyone happy and sometimes forgetting myself…

I was content giving a man my all, loving him with my whole heart,

Giving and giving and giving till there was nothing left to give…

And he never gave back.

I was happy because I was in love –

in love with the wrong person –

But I didn’t know that at the time.

I was happy pouring my love into someone that made me feel whole.

Now I feel empty inside.

Now I feel like I can never be happy again.

Now I feel like I can never love again.

So now, here I am,

Alone and unsure of how to move forward.

Again I ask: What do I want?

Firstly, I want to feel happy and whole on my own.

I want to study hard, work hard, and pursue healthy relationships.

I want to travel. I need to see the world.

I want to write more.

I want to feel more.

I want to find myself.

I want to know what the future holds.

And I want – I want to love again…

I want to be okay again…..

August 18, 2020 1

Weak Heart

It feels like years since I last saw you,

since I last held you…

When I try to think about life without you,

my heart can’t handle it.

I collapse from the brokenness,

the shards stabbing my weak heart.

I try to give it back to you,

begging you to take my heart back.

Please take my weak heart,

tie it to yours,

so it can be strong again.

The lonely strands,

that were torn from you,

are weighing me down.

I miss you

I need you

I love you

My weak heart won’t make it without you…

August 16, 2020 0

A Prayer for My First Love

Dear Lord,

Thank you for this season of challenges, personal growth & most of all good memories. You have poured out your blessings unto me and I am forever grateful for the home I have, the health and safety of those I love, and the beautiful relationship I had with G.

I am so beyond thankful for having him be a part of my story. He is my first love. We shared so many beautiful moments together, and I learned what love truly is with him. He taught me countless numbers of things like how to cook chicken on the stove, how to fish, how to compromise, how to forgive, how to love… And he taught me how to love myself. He made me feel so special and so incredibly beautiful all the time.

Thank you for getting us through these past couple of months. We suffered deaths in our lives this winter that were absolutely heart breaking. I am so blessed that I had him to console me and help me grieve the loss of my longest friend, Ginger. And I pray that I was helpful and comforting to him as he grieved the loss of friends and his grandfather. All I ever wanted to do was make him happy and make his life a little bit more bearable than it was before.

Father, I will miss the love we shared. I will miss his sleep talking at night, the way he would roll over and hug me in the mornings, whispering sweet nothings into my ear while I pretended to be asleep. I will miss his goofy faces, his laugh and jokes I never really understood. Mostly, I will miss the way he looked at me – like I was the only person that mattered in the whole world. I’ll miss his beautiful smile and the feel of his body against mine.

I will never stop loving him Lord, but I pray that he is able to heal the brokenness in his heart. Allow him to succeed and I ask that he gets everything he wants out of life in You. I pray he never forgets me… I pray he never forgets the feel of my skin, the scent of my hair, my smile or the color of my eyes… I pray he never forgets the way I looked at him, he was my world.

Let us both remember the good memories, like when we went to see Christmas lights and I met his sister and niece for the first time – oh, how I was so nervous! May we remember bowling together, cuddling up and watching Jack Ryan or Fringe, going on our daily walks during quarantine, playing Crash Bandicoot for hours on end, paddle boarding in the summer sun, laying in bed and talking about everything and nothing all at once, doing life together as a team…

Yes, our relationship wasn’t perfect, but it was amazing. He made me the happiest I had ever been, and the saddest. Thank you for teaching us so much about each other, ourselves and what love is. I pray that he and I are able to reconnect in the future and at least become friends again.

Bless us with beautiful marriages, whether that is with other people or back together.

I pray that he is able to forgive me for the cruel and harsh things I have said to him… I yelled at him and acted so mean! All the things I hate! May he find it in his heart to understand, to forgive, and to remember me – us – fondly.

In Your name I pray,

Amen.

August 14, 2020 1

It’s so Strange…

It’s so strange how a good thing goes bad in an instant.

All the good memories are flooded with the bad, with the lies, the abuse, the hurt.

It’s so strange how one can fall out of love so quickly. I’ve never been that one.

I love with my whole heart, I put my all into relationships – but then they end.

I know it’s for the best as I look back at all the things he couldn’t give me. Not even flowers – imagine that!

So I walked away, painfully, but it needed to be done. My heart still aches for him despite all the bad.

Food has no taste, all I want to do is sleep, but then I dream of him and force my body to wake up just to find another distraction. Anything to keep my mind off the hurt.

I loved him, and he would say it back. But he never really knew what love was. If he loved me, he wouldn’t yell at me. He wouldn’t disappear for days at a time, blatantly ignoring my messages.

If he loved me, he would’ve changed. But I can’t wait for change. I can’t wait on him to be the man I thought he was. That’s not fair for either of us.

It’s so strange when you picture a future with someone, but as time goes on it becomes dimmer and dimmer to non existent…

August 5, 2020 4

Anxiety

Tossing & Turning

Waiting for Morning

Waiting for a Distraction

Any Distraction

My Ribs are Caving In

Butterflies Racing in My Stomach

My Heart Racing Faster

When Will This End?

I am Nervous

I am Afraid

I am Powerless

The Anxiety in My Head

Attacking My Body

No Relief

No Peace

No Serenity

Only Anxiety

August 4, 2020 0

Her Spirit

Her spirit knows there is something wrong before it is physically manifested. She has anxious, looming thoughts and feelings about the future. At night, her body curls up as she dreams of the depressing inevitable. She awakes, shaking, feeling a tear slide down her cheek. “No”, she begs. “Please no…”

The days continue on, the same foreboding ache in her heart. She tries to ignore it, ignore the signs. But then. it’s too late. It is physical, it is real, it has been verbalized into the world. There is no going back.

Her spirit warned her, tried to protect her heart. And yet, there was still hurt. Instead of nightmares, her nights were filled with tears. Crying until there was nothing left to cry about. Food lost taste, the sun didn’t bring her joy, she stopped leaving the house.

Her spirit knew what was coming, but a warning didn’t help her broken heart. Months would go by, full of sadness, loneliness and depressive thoughts. But one day, her spirit reassured her, she would be whole again. The hurt would be gone, her brokenness would be healed, and she could live & love once again.

August 2, 2020 0