Self Acceptance

Within My Mind

I asked myself as I walked through my mind
keeping track of the path
over rocks roots divots and hoof prints who am I now
I can’t seem to shake

this questioning heart with few roots
and plenty of bruises from floating away and falling back down
where is that voice
that I couldn’t write down fast enough who felt (more…)

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Free to be with the clouds
and blue skies calming hearing
the aspen leaves quaking feeling the warm sun
inviting my eyes to close my breath
to slow my dreams to float and reshape themselves
into what needs to be in this moment this instance
this experience (more…)

Tracks

Emotional tracks are never easy
to follow they wobble and clutch
question and borrow time
and again they pull me into the whir of what once was
old feelings just because
claws outstretched silent guard down with impatience
spreading thoughts of balance and breath retreating
carrying me away (more…)

Underneath

And with this breath the waters, finally
recede finally expose what is left of me finally
I can see the glimmering questions the silent fury
the open distractions the ever present
siege that erodes a person when they don’t believe
they are enough they are worth all their effort they are beautiful
even when scoured (more…)

Radiant Bloom

And she waits in her radiance
softness and style she opens to the light, she holds still
until she can’t do anything else but let go lying deep
in the forest only becoming her most true wild self without any audience
except her own soul, she is enough
she is and she does, springing to life
as the sunlight grows stronger
through the springtime

Weighted Leaves

I can’t help it I feel all
the weight of each leaf holding on, the thoughts
of doubt, ridicule the dreams that haven’t
found their way through those memories left behind
the constant worry
am I doing this right my furrowed brow my head full
the blurred transition between what

Actually is and what can change for good
sometimes I want to scream out loud “How cursed!”
I feel to feel so much
some minutes I just want a break from the whispers
good or bad it is hard to get a full breath
it is hard to get rest it is hard
to keep standing up for my heart and offering what it feels to those who hurt

I will continue to notice continue to feel continue
to wander through the tree top leaves and find
the beauty in their connection see the light peeking in
seeing each effort spilling leaf as part of a whole
somehow this makes me less likely to be confused about why
I feel so weighted down and need to cry
to lighten this weight sometimes