Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
Where our ends meet
We recognize each other,
I to I,
Eye to eye,
We mirror,
We perceive the other,
To understand,
To recognize,
To accept,
To appreciate
Each other,
Sharing our intimate thoughts,
As if they are our own,
With clarity, we separate
But know we shall again return,
To this sacred connection,
For despite interruption
We are one;
our ends meet.
I imagined I would be
So much further by now,
But of course,
I always take
The long way around;
No shortcuts had on this journey,
Yet, I will get there,
Surely it can not be much longer
To final destination as yet unknown
As detours redirect the trip,
The plans change with the path;
I need just reassess
Be at peace with any delay
And keep on
Keeping on,
Learning as I grow,
As I go,
Each moment closer
Than the last;
Giving up
Is no option,
The way out is through,
And hell no,
I am not through with
The way.
I
never realized I was held
by fear of him
Until I gained the strength
to go;
Until push came hard enough to shove
And I realized
I
was not yet
as fully powerful
As I thought,
While I stayed,
Under his weight;
It was in the run,
In running
Away
That
I
felt the surge
Felt the start
Of me coming into me,
In the run
I
saw who I was
saw who I could be,
Saw myself standing out of his shadow,
And saw what I was capable of;
In leaving,
I
returned.
I deserve
More than I know yet,
I deserve
Because hell I’m worth it,
I deserve
Because I know who I am,
And loving her makes me realize
I can’t expect love, respect and affection from another,
If I can’t expect that from myself,
for myself,
And so I’ll confess it here:
“I love me”;
I am intelligent,
I am wise
I am beautiful,
I am kind,
I am good
I am awe-inspiring
I am all this and more,
And yes, I am god-damn deserving.
Be enough,
By being yourself,
This will never be
“Too much”
For those who appreciate you,
Those who matter;
Starting with
You.
Wildflower, grow,
Don’t hold yourself back,
Let your self-empowerment be
A light
That brightens your path
And know it is also an inspiration
For others along their way;
Be a pollinator, wildflower
Of Pride, in self,
Pride in who you are,
Not just what you have done;
As a flower that grew up past concrete,
You are first and foremost
A seemly impossible miracle
That is,
As a living being,
Treat your petals gently, wildflower
And be unafraid
To bloom.
She of Letters 