Maybe I want to tell you
what a good job you did
And
Maybe you could practice
instead of telling me everything
you would have done better, or differently
just standing there and receiving
Your work is beautiful
No, listen-
Your work
Your effort
Your presence in this world
is beautiful
You deserve to hear those words
and to let them settle gently around you
building up like drifts of snow, over time
once you stop brushing them away
It can be hard not to turn over in your mind the way that some people pay a premium to…
Though I am well-versed in pain the only kind I seek out, or find myself leaning into, has a growth…
My mind has a habit of displaying my most trying times in a surreal light Maybe this is a result…
I cannot come out to play today I am busy watching plants, which I thought had died for certain grow…
I balance my life on an impossibly small bus tray And I am begging you not to jostle me
I dream of a parallel universe where the people I love have chosen healing over hurting where I don’t have…