This past year, I learned about the importance of peace in ways I did not anticipate and although I’m still trying to find it, I have a better understanding of where it can be found. I hope this poem inspires you to claim peace for yourself.
Are you new to blogging, and do you want step-by-step guidance on how to publish and grow your blog? Learn more about our new Blogging for Beginners course and get 50% off through December 10th.
WordPress.com is excited to announce our newest offering: a course just for beginning bloggers where you’ll learn everything you need to know about blogging from the most trusted experts in the industry. We have helped millions of blogs get up and running, we know what works, and we want you to to know everything we know. This course provides all the fundamental skills and inspiration you need to get your blog started, an interactive community forum, and content updated annually.
I’ve learned that I need space to heal, but with people you can’t always get distance.
So sometimes healing is a seesaw and you’re stuck on the end that’s in the air, the necessity of secret songs and protected art outweighed by the need for their presence.
And if they get up and leave, you’ll hit the ground with a swiftness and force that you will feel for the rest of your life. Your graceless landing will shove your lungs out of its cage and whenever you take a breath a bit too deep, you’ll be stung with cartilage.
However, there is always a choice to make and if you find the strength to jump off the seat, your knees will bruise and you’ll walk away with a limp but they’d remain seated because with or without you they are grounded.
May your holiday season be filled with love, joy, peace, and blessings.
This is my last Christmas as a teenager and I’m savoring every last bit of it.
I watched the new Pixar movie, Soul, this evening. It is a beautiful film with a message that we all need to hear now more than ever and it came at a moment in my life where I really needed to hear the message.
This holiday season is different, to say the least, so please take care of yourselves!
Can you believe that this time next week it’ll be 2021?! Time doesn’t stop for anyone.
Today I said a prayer until my cuticles were gone and so was the hour.
I’ve ripped my intentions down to attention, but even with the best glue, my confessions are shred with humor and blame.
So I pierced my lips with a keyless lock, and it has been effective, but when even the tiniest speck of trust floats on the shackle, my tongue flops out and I wake up at an altar.
Blood-stained hands aren’t an idiosyncrasy. Disinfectants can’t clean seats of infertility.
I don’t like how my palms turn bright red under the faucet or how the man under my bed is only there when I have the energy to make sure he’s gone.
I don’t like how I bury my head between my right shoulder and the window when I break character in the car.
But I especially don’t like how you refuse to take me gently.
I’ve had to teach myself apathy to gain some control yet I can’t seem to shrug you off.
My flesh is unsewn for you, the stench of infected gore burns your nostrils and you open a window.
I’ve spoken of how crawling out of the abyss would be nearly impossible when the light died.
Now here I am on a ledge that I’ve cartwheeled on for 2 years, but lived on forever, and I’ve sat down and swung my legs over. I would scream but the altitude has taken the breath from my lungs.
I stroke my eyebrows and cup my cheeks when I cry, you question me with daggers and they’re stapling me to the floor of my sealed room.
If I fade off in this way, my body tossed on the carpet and a box pushed against the door, you’d spend the first day of my absence coexisting with the dead silence that booms from the end of the hall. On the second day, you’d yell my name, knock on the door, and call my phone until two days later when you hesitantly push the door open.
The world has changed drastically since the last time I posted and I hope everyone is doing well, staying safe, and finding healthy ways to cope with however the current societal and global climate may be affecting your mental health.
One thing that is helping me get through these times is my art, whether it be writing, photography, film, or music. With that said, here are some photos that I have taken on disposable cameras (35mm) over the course of the past year, I hope they bring bring light to your day!
I apologize for my disappearance but I’m back! I have recently started college and the first semester was a lot, but today marks the end of my second week of my second semester and it’s going great so far.
I hope everyone’s year is going great, it’s crazy to think we’re in a new decade! I’ve spent the majority of my life so far in the 2010s so I’m entering into the unknown and it’s scary but exciting.
As for My Truth Poetry, expect more poems and photography! I even started film photography so be on the lookout for that!