Take the lead

Could you please be braver than me?
I have been fighting wars since I was carved out my mothers womb,
my skin is stained by the sun
my blood is mixed like the clashing waves of the two oceans
my existence was a little challenged,
I have grown weak to young
you were always stronger than me,
I am going to need a moment to catch up,

Could you be more courageous than me?
when I built these walls
the world around me gave cause to seek shelter from monsters I feared
but somehow I managed to cage them in with me,
I have been breaking bricks looking for a way out
but I am going to need some help,
my hands are cut and I am afraid of what awaits me on the other side,

Could you please be stronger than me?
my heart was hidden too deep too quick,
it is green,
it is soft.
it has not learned to love or allowed to break,
your heart has been beating through my chest like drums-signals calling me
I have been trying to follow but I fear I might be tone deaf,
maybe this time around you could come find me,

Could you please be louder than me?
your voice can drown out all the noises that shake me
your voice has always been a calming force in me,
I have been losing mine
I lack the ability to speak clearly
perhaps you could be the first to call this love,

Could you please be the one to start this?
we have waited too long
the stars have always been on our side
the seas have always given us the way,
it is me who threw gas on the flame that kept our bridge burning
but we remained connected in the sky
we were always ready
time is on our side
-but I don’t know how to start this

Could you please be the one to hold me,
I could be the one who won’t let go.


I am doing good.

I don’t quite know what I’m meant to be writing. I have too many questions about life now, that my anticipation for the answer and it’s need to be right, good, and perfect, seems to be preventing me not only from moving from the spot from where I stand, but from saying the things I really want to say. How important is it that you say the right thing? That every decision amounts to something clean and perfect. Why am I so convinced that what I want to do with my life is so wrong?

When someone asks me for advice about love or life, I always say: “do what feels right and natural to you. Do what you know will make YOU happy”. and I watch them smile and light up as they realize what they really want. And even if they go the other direction they feel happy for a second in knowing what they want and how happy will feel. But when I try to follow my own advice I seem to have a reverse reaction. I seem to hit a moment of sadness and annoyances. It’s as if I don’t believe I deserve my own happiness. In away I’m scared to imagine what I want for my future. I can’t seem to figure out how I want it to look. I know what I want. I know who I want. But I can’t seem to put the pieces together without freaking out. 3

But do deserve happiness and abundance. And I do on some level believe this. But my mind has just spent so many years feeling like I lack everything I need. It’s hard to now look at it all and say I’m full of everything I need. That mental change doesn’t just happen overnight. But I’m going to keep working on it.

On a more positive note, I seem to have gotten a hold of the anxiety aspects of my life. This feels good. Not being tied to the role of the victim of my own thoughts. Yes, my mind still throws a spanner in the works of my plans every now and then, but at least I’m no longer freaking out every day. In fact, I haven’t really had a night session tear fest in a while. So, I’m taking the win.

I don’t quite know what I want to tell you in this post. But I just felt like I needed to write it. Maybe just for myself. So, I can have this conversation with me. An outward experience to my inner turmoil. For the first time, I’m feeling good and happy. Things haven’t completely worked themselves out yet and I’m still in the process of life. But I’m not being a false positive about the outcome. I’m just happy and hopeful. I am starting to be clearer about what I want and what I need. This is new for me. For some people courage means jumping off bridges, for other it is saying something to someone, but for me right now, being brave and courageous is facing myself and the truth of who I really want. Its admitting to myself that it is love, that I do want to move and that that is the job I want. And now with that knowledge I can work on the next step of being braving, which will be going after all those things and expressing them to other people. The steps of healing I guess.

I haven’t been posting much of my poetry or any prose on this site lately, but I have been starting to write in journals more which is a big deal for me. I’m constantly going through moments of feeling like I’m no good at writing. So, it blocks creativity I guess, and then I supress emotions and the circle continues. But I’m getting back into the swing of things. I really think I’m starting to feel the process of healing my life coming through now. It’s taken a long time to get here, but I feel like I’m here. On the shore of the ocean of all I am. And healing comes in waves, and I’m beginning to learn how to ride them.  And I’m not going to put pressure on myself to do this perfectly, just going to focus on doing what feels right for me.

It feels good to ramble a bit about how I’m feeling. these pieces make me feel heard, even if it’s just by myself. Often, it’s me who needs to read it the most.

Who then will have my heart

I seemed to have become accustomed to the distorted belief
one should fall in love alone,
As if my heart is only awakened by spiritual distance.
I am a defensive lover.
I must leave before I am left.
I’m indifferent to the prospect of needing another person.
But I am human.
All this flesh.
This beating heart.

I fall in love from a distance.
As an answer to the possibility of loving you up close.
This way I won’t hurt you and you can’t reject me.
I’m in control of my own heartbreak.
I played chess alone in a corner. I loved you from afar.
And when you don’t see my warmth because I hide it so well.

I break my own heart.
I belong to myself.
My heart has no name on it.
Not even my own.

Jasmine and Violets

If we have girls,
Let us name them after flowers.
So they will know their beauty is not only in the colors of skin
-but in the strength they have within.
So they know to always look up to the sun, cry with the earth and seek nourishment for their soul  from the soil.
-And when they feel the ground is hard they will trust there roots.
May they never forget that the are as strong as they are beautiful.