It turns out monsters are real. And the ones we should be Worried about aren’t the ones You read about on the news, Or the ones we used to imagine Hiding beneath our childhood beds, Or lurking in the shadows Near a haunted house, Or ruling a dictatorship In a foreign land. No, it is […]
Read more "Fighting monsters"Because life can get too much. We seek out distraction To mute the sickening sense of dread Of feeling our hopes and dreams Slip between our fingers Vanish before our very eyes And threaten to descend with us Into a pit of quiet desperation. So we hide behind screens, Alcohol and half hearted relationships, Looking […]
Read more "Distraction as medication"Not much in our emotional lives Is random. Friction adds up And doesn’t go away when you ignore it. Like rust, it slowly builds Into corners of resentment Nooks of bitterness Carving out a private lounge of victimhood. And often it’s the external blow outs That get all the attention- The obviously threatening situations That […]
Read more "The thing beneath the thing"Sometimes we fail to see the crater in the road. Sometimes we fail to prepare Sometimes we deserve it Sometimes we think we don’t, Sometime it’s deep flaws we’ve wrestled with for years Sometimes we don’t know what ails us. But all the time, It’s an opportunity to practice Getting back up.
Read more "Why do we fall?"There’s something about deciding to changeThat feels ridiculous.As though we owe a debt to our former selvesThat must be repaid by making the same choicesOver and over.Walking away from addictionStarting to save moneySitting down to actually studyPicking up your pen againPutting on running shoes for the first time in monthsChoosing to forgiveSwallowing prideOpening yourself up […]
Read more "Forward motion"Its what our bodies formIn response to trauma,Laying down new tissuesWhere damage has been doneCreating alternate pathwaysJust to keep things moving.But the thing about scar tissueIs that its not likeThat which was there beforeIts not as elasticNot as smoothNot as free.And so it is with traumaTo our soulsWhere we inhabit newEmotional pathwaysTo avoid the paths […]
Read more "Scar tissue"Are all you really have.Yesterday’s events are sealedBeyond recoveryAnd tomorrow’s plans will only unfoldTomorrow.So whether today has been catastrophicOr if it has been the best day of your lifeThe next sequence of eventsIs not obviousNor set in stone,And the next step may not be somethingWorth posting on your wallYet from the greatest to the most […]
Read more "Steps"In the end, this is what we hope for.Hard hands.To have used our strengthTo contend for the weakAnd make war againstThe darkness within and without,Spending ourselvesOn the things that matter mostAnd bearing the scarsOf holding on to hope.Soft hearts.In a world where discord is too easy-To have chosen the way of love,In the face of […]
Read more "Hard Hands. Soft Hearts"True friends carry knives.To war against the thingsThat make war on usAnd to scrape off the dead tissueThat clings to our souls.Their knife is sharp enoughTo cut through our nonesenseOur friends love us too muchTo let us self-destructYet they know thatUltimately our lives are our ownAnd that we each came into this worldAlone.In the end […]
Read more "The knife of friendship is sharp and blunt"To finally cut down that pole On which you’ve been impaling yourself again and again. To reckon with the demons you could never seem to shake To heal the wound you’ve been trying to drown with the bottle To grapple with the sense of inadequacy that makes you work so hard To get a grip […]
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