As if standing stagnant can prevent my world from moving on
that this place may pause for a moment until I resume
to make decisions in my life and finally choose to
live and give in to my greatest desires
I aspire to be free and love
freedom to love
reflective
me
Self-care is not about self-indulgence, it’s about self-preservation. (Audre Lorde)
It is April 1st and I am still here. The end of this month brings the semester to a close and I will be able to do a lot more writing and sharing with you guys. I’m hoping to really push for the release of a small book through one of those self-publishing websites and maybe I’ll get my name out there.
I am not in denial. I am only a human being floating in this whirlwind of a disaster aptly labeled “life”. Silly me, I used to think I held some semblance of control. We have no control. So won’t you free fall—I’m falling freely even if that means you won’t catch me. Life will catch the both of us, hopefully.
I am not a lover—
I’m a fighter of the terror
inside my mind;
a monster.
“As you recognize that you already own the wholeness you seek, and no one outside you can give you more than you already are, dysfunctional situations will evaporate like bad dreams exposed to the morning sun.”
Alan Cohen
Losing my mind
one train of thought at a time
yet these words are my lifesavers,
I savor on a daily basis
I’m no activist but I’d like to dedicate this piece to Trayvon Martin, RIP.
This disillusioned darkness is simply the envy I feel for the free—
the free don’t understand the caged,
they can’t see why we don’t fly away..
I want to
SCR
—EAM
you are free and I am stuck…
mentally imprisoned, physically bruised
darkened views to the point of self inflicted abuse…
understand me?
we are stuck; vision blurred.
poetry climbed into the window of my soul
and gave birth to light and freedom
Poetry is the medicine
for my melancholy—
a spoonful of darkness
every dose, every line.
