If losing you
was the cost of finding myself,
it was a price well worth paying
Tag: self-love
Tough Love
Sometimes,
when I lament to God, “why I can’t have him?”
she explains that it’s because
I must learn to embrace having myself
Dangerous
The more I learn to love myself,
the more dangerous I feel.
But dangerous in a good way.
Dangerous to systems of oppression,
dangerous to bullshit.
A wrecking ball that’s coming for the things
that need to be destroyed
“I believe that the more we love ourselves, the more potent we are”-India Arie
What I Bring to the Table
If I don’t know what I bring to the table,
I will always show up hungry enough
to settle for crumbs
Unlearning Societal Crap, part 5,329
Gather around, ladies.
Let’s say this together, in unison:
I am not “too much” for having emotions and opinions.
I am not “too much” for having emotions and opinions.
I AM NOT “TOO MUCH” FOR HAVING EMOTIONS AND OPINIONS.
(Nov. 2021)
lines
if i’d been formed
if i’d had shape
if i’d had lines
when we met
I Would Never
Have Let You
Hurt Me.
Tastes
If someone doesn’t like you,
that speaks to their tastes,
not your worth.
I repeat:
If someone doesn’t like you,
that speaks to their tastes,
not your worth.
Adventures in Meditation
”I hate you,”
says a mean inner voice
to my whole being.
I sit with that for a moment.
“Oh really, you hate me?”
responds my Inner Wisdom.
she is unphased,
amused,
and, mostly
filled with compassion:
she knows
the mean voice
only says these things
because it is
so,
so
afraid.
Small (Big) Triumphs
Today,
I can listen to the same songs
about toxic relationships
that used to trigger
an ache of recognition
and only feel
a remembrance of that ache,
a compassion for my past self.
It is in these small moments
(which really aren’t small at all)
that I see how far
I’ve come.
Musings and Music 