The heart sings solo. People may harmonise with us in heartache But they can never actually sing our song. They might cheer us on on our big day But the race is ours to run. No one else can be in your corner Quite like you are in your own. The heart flies solo. It […]
Read more "Heart solo"It is quite unnaturalFor us to share so much of our inner life.To have a communal spaceWhere our private musingsAre open for public discourse.Not every voice needs to be heardNot every thought said aloud.We can still be wholeAnd have secrets.Discretion is not a vice.Ultimately part of what makesVulnerability so valuableIs how rare it is.Don’t force […]
Read more "On forcing vulnerability"Its not just that he ‘made me’ madHe made me hate who I became around himHow my laughter dried upHow my eyes no longer freely roamed the roomHow nothing seemed good anymoreHow sure I became that none of this was my faultAnd that he had become the bane of my existence.And just like that I […]
Read more "On hulking out"Against a “dictatorship on non-alternatives”Against the prevailing zeitgeist of self-worshipAgainst that voice in your headAgainst the feeling that life would be better if you weren’t around.Against such things – rebel.In a world that constantly finds a way to lean towards self-annihilationTo always be in tandem with itIs the greatest anarchy of all.The feelings may be […]
Read more "A thousand tiny acts of rebellion"There will be days when you don’t feel like itNights when tears come too easily,Mornings where the Sun isn’t welcomeDays when you feel like love isn’t enoughWhen your own hands threaten destroy the things you loveClose brushes with death that you carelessly brush off.When nothing can penetrateThe house of stoneYou’ve stowed your heart in.
Read more "House of stone"It turns out anger is prettySatisfying to keep around.It fortifies your moral high groundAnd distinguishes you from the riffraffWho have no opinion.And people take you more seriouslyWhen you’ve really perfected it,Maybe even decorated itWith a touch of sarcasm.Oh and how delightful resentment is,I can’t seem to get enough of it.It reminds of a timeWhen the […]
Read more "For the love of anger"Privilege does not necessarily make us foolsBut it easily can.Not because it dimishes our intellectOr erodes our common sense,But because our advantagesHave simplified our daily experiences,Reducing the enormity of lifeTo bite-size chunks,Taming our existence,Shielding us from harsh realitiesThat others know as commonplace.These are not sins to repent ofOr blessings to overlook,But a lens to be […]
Read more "Privileged fools"One of the greatest possibilitiesOf the ongoing human experimentIs that the people we find kinship withMay not share our bloodOur skinOr our beliefs,But have the eyesTo see one another truly.Deeply.With hearts that have the depth and breadthTo hold space for each other.We do not need to be the sameTo walk with one anotherBut we do […]
Read more "On finding your tribe"Some people make the roomFeel smaller.Like there isn’t enough oxygenFor their existence and yours,Insufficient bandwidthTo carry all our intellect,Inadequate fundsFor us to spend our time togetherSimply beingAnd not competing.There’s nothing quite like the feelingThat you are fighting to be heard,Exerting yourselfIn defence of your right to be here,Using precious energyThat could be better usedIn service […]
Read more "On fighting to be heard"When things get heatedAnd conversations grow horns,Our hearts respond in turnBy coming dressed for the occasionBearing knives.Knives that are too easy to pick upAnd too hard to put down-Lacerations of the tongueTargeted jabs of the replyAnd the ever-threatening knife to the throatOf a sharp tone of voice.Its unfortunate that long afterThe final word has been […]
Read more "On putting our knives away"
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