i cannot seem to balance
i find myself swaying right to left
left to right, center does not seem to exist.
i am floating. in and out of focus.
how did i get
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there is no disguise,
no camouflage needed
eyes can see but they do not perceive.
it is a smile,
placed on the face of a body
so exhausted by pleasing
it seems genuine.
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Me and responsibility have a strained relationship.
Ever since I could remember I was deemed the "responsible one" in my family. I
wore that title. Expressed mostly in expectations as opposed
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no plans were made. no dates were set. no new conversations were had. no times
were set. no preparations were made. nothing was set in stone. yet you came.
you are coming. life
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this rope is breaking
i can feel it
still i hold on
to a rope weathered
by worry and doubt by fear and uncertainty
for they are the only things that frequent me
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Displace [https://www.thefreedictionary.com/displaced]: to move, shift, or force
from the usual place or position
Misplace [https://www.thefreedictionary.com/misplace]: to put into a wrong place
These past few months
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i want to know home, climb its staircase and open its cabinets, wash its windows
and open its blinds, unlock its safety and close off abandon
i wonder, do the floorboards creek in
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trees sway in no breeze
no gust or sweet push
where has wind gone
out of a body
once so full
it has found
no home from
whence to blow
yet these trees
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Tender.
I was sitting in a counseling session not too long ago and after sharing some
information, I heard words I had never heard anyone use when describing me. I
heard "she
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All spilled out
Emptied and void
Taken and given in the same breath
What is left?
when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i
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how does the wind know where to blow?
who showed the ocean how to dance and greet?
when did the trees learn to bow?
who gave birds the knowledge to soar?
how did
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The above picture is a pile of two notebooks and an unnumbered stack of poems I
have written. Poems from 2010 up until recent years. Two days ago I grabbed my
poetry binder
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Connection route
Some are meant to be broken
Some merge new possibilities
Others are reminders of hurt
Leading us over obstacles
Guiding us through struggles
We never seem to take the ones that
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I struggle with being needed. More specifically, I struggle with measuring my
worth and my usefulness by how much I am needed or not needed.
I am sure this is not a struggle
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