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Thursday, December 31, 2015

Certain Things

Certain things
Will change you
And not always
For the better

Certain things
Will leave a scar
Down the middle
Of your soul
That will hurt
Each time
You breathe

Certain things
Come into life
Without permission
And hurt you
Very deeply

And yet
Amazing girl
You survive

Because you see
The changes
Coming
 
And you see
What change
Has done

And despite it all
You decide

There is still
A good life
To be had
 

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

True Abundance

This feeling
Of abundance
Is a confusing
Surprise

A feeling
Not felt
In a long while

The abundance
Of things
Not just needed
But wanted

But more so
The abundance
Of peace
And rest
Of presence
And happiness

Which is
True
Abundance

Leaving me
Welled up
With tears

Thankful

And at same time
Wondering

Where have you been
Abundance

And why
Have you taken
So long
To find me

Monday, December 14, 2015

Best Version Of Me

To all those
Who are helping me
Be the very
Best version
Of me

To all those
Who encourage me
To become
Who I was intended
To be

To all those
Who smile
From the heart
When I
Shine

Thank you
So deeply
For that

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Rewritten

Maybe
The reason
You don’t
Like my
Story

The reason
You can’t acknowledge
The truth of it

Is because
Our stories
While different
Are connected

Is because
As my world
Collapsed
And the storyline
Of my life
Was rewritten

Your story
Was rewritten
As well

Your story
Which you’d
Already written
An ending too

Your story
So connected
To mine

And my story
Is still
Unfolding

Which means
Part of yours
Still is
Too

Sunday, November 29, 2015

A Certain Sadness

There is
A certain
Sadness
To life

To its
Bittersweet
Ebb and flow

To the way
It plays out

All around us

And within us

Yet it is us
 
And there is just
A certain sadness
To it all

Saturday, November 21, 2015

I Do Not Yell

I do not yell
Into this world

I speak softly

And those
Who are listening
Hear

Painful Beautiful Lives

If I could stop
The pain
In this world
I would

If I could stop
Lives from imploding
On an individual level
And lives from being ruined
On a global level
I would

If I could stop
Personal disasters and
National tragedies
Devastating diagnoses and
Terrorist attacks
I would

But I
Don’t have
That power

Not on a level
That matters

We live
In a world
In motion

With hearts
And souls
In motion

And only the power
The extraordinary power

To live bravely
The painful
Beautiful lives
Entrusted to us

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Can't Undo

I can’t
Undo
What I’ve
Been through

Can’t un-see
What I’ve seen

Can’t un-hear
What I’ve heard

Can’t un-feel
What I’ve felt

Can’t un-live
What I’ve
Lived

And any healing
That has come
Has been the result
Of embracing
What I’ve survived

Maybe that’s why
I get so offended
By those
Who prefer
That I minimize
The impact

Who encourage
Me to
Keep hard feelings
Out of sight

Encouraging denial
At the cost
Of my survival

Encouraging me
To undo
What can’t be
Undone

Religion

If asked
What religion
I am now

I have
Only this
Response

I am someone
Who witnessed
A psychotic break
And I live
Each day
With the aftermath

And also someone
Who has done
The painful work
Of reconciling
That experience
With how I believe
God works

In the process
I have lost friends
Scared people away
By walking
The journey
Required of me

So what religion am I

I am someone
Who witnessed
A psychotic break
And I live
Everyday
With the aftermath

I’m that religion

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Never Over

Today
Four years out

It struck me

Why this anniversary
Of hurt

Hurts
So much

It’s not the remembrance
Of a day
Long ago
When pain came
And then ended

It’s the remembrance
Of the day
That the life we had
Changed

A remembrance
Of being introduced
To a hurt
That will forever
Be part
Of our lives

It’s never over

That’s the point
That’s the source of the pain

The knowledge that
From that day forward
This is forever
And never
Over

November

I will
Honor

The pain
Of November

I will respect
The sadness
Within me

I won't
Ask permission
To grieve
What’s been lost

As if
Someone else
Could grant
Such a thing

I am not scared
Of November

I am only sad

I am not bitter about
Or thankful for
The pain

I am living life
As it comes

And it hurts more
In November