wheresmolly - Hello Poetry

Dear 2023, Last year I asked on my knees for one more trip around the sun and I’ve emerged as if I’ve spent the year laying in clover, arms open to the sky and while I laid there in stillness, all that I needed found me. All that I needed came and laid down beside me and all that I needed stayed with me while I started over wiser and braver and with more softness More “let’s sleep a little longer” more “you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to” Less harshness, more softness. Dear 2023, Teach me nothing is permanent. Teach me to rise each morning with the pure fascination of the way my breath sounds and how my body feels and who I am that day- teach me to sit with her and stare into her eyes and ask her “what do you need?” Teach me to hold others how they need to be held, not how I want to hold them. To treat them as newborns, tender and with gratitude. Let me hold myself the same way. Let me speak all that is in my heart Let me stare at my darkness and invite her in for tea, ask her what she’s afraid of. Dear 2023 Engulf me in new beginnings and the gift of stepping into the arms of others and trusting there is good inside them too I have tended to the garden inside of me and this year I will sit in the shade of all that I have grown, wild and free.

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Jan 8, 2023

Jan 8, 2023 at 12:43 PM UTC

2023

Dear 2023, Last year I asked on my knees for one more trip around the sun and I’ve emerged as if I’ve spent the year laying in clover, arms open to the sky and while I laid there in stillness, all that I needed found me. All that I needed came and laid down beside me and all that I needed stayed with me while I started over wiser and braver and with more softness More “let’s sleep a little longer” more “you don’t have to do that if you don’t want to” Less harshness, more softness. Dear 2023, Teach me nothing is permanent. Teach me to rise each morning with the pure fascination of the way my breath sounds and how my body feels and who I am that day- teach me to sit with her and stare into her eyes and ask her “what do you need?” Teach me to hold others how they need to be held, not how I want to hold them. To treat them as newborns, tender and with gratitude. Let me hold myself the same way. Let me speak all that is in my heart Let me stare at my darkness and invite her in for tea, ask her what she’s afraid of. Dear 2023 Engulf me in new beginnings and the gift of stepping into the arms of others and trusting there is good inside them too I have tended to the garden inside of me and this year I will sit in the shade of all that I have grown, wild and free.

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We are not taught not everyone is going to want to go on the journey with you, and there is grief in that the melancholy that comes with wishing you could bring everyone that matters along on the road to becoming Of loving ourselves fiercely Being wild and kind Sharing the simplicity in silence and marvelling at the resilience of our hearts, of what we’re living for Not everyone can see so far But you can and you will leave prints in the earth for those who are wondering “can I follow too?”

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Oct 27, 2022

Oct 27, 2022 at 5:34 AM UTC

What we’re living for;

We are not taught not everyone is going to want to go on the journey with you, and there is grief in that the melancholy that comes with wishing you could bring everyone that matters along on the road to becoming Of loving ourselves fiercely Being wild and kind Sharing the simplicity in silence and marvelling at the resilience of our hearts, of what we’re living for Not everyone can see so far But you can and you will leave prints in the earth for those who are wondering “can I follow too?”

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Outside of the confines of who we are told to be Who will we dare to become?

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Oct 3, 2022

Oct 3, 2022 at 2:09 PM UTC

Who are we, really?

Outside of the confines of who we are told to be Who will we dare to become?

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Show me choosing the choice that leads me back to my heart Show me moulting my skin every single spring every time I wash my hair because we are beings made of water and water, by nature, is in motion No wonder I am most alive when my heart is pounding my soul stretching lungs full of sea air Show me the beauty of living a thousand lives in one breath Show me we are made for this life

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Jun 11, 2022

Jun 11, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC

Show me how good this life can be

Show me choosing the choice that leads me back to my heart Show me moulting my skin every single spring every time I wash my hair because we are beings made of water and water, by nature, is in motion No wonder I am most alive when my heart is pounding my soul stretching lungs full of sea air Show me the beauty of living a thousand lives in one breath Show me we are made for this life

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It is nights like this When we recite in meticulous detail a moment in time when our minds were intertwined, exactly 4745 days ago… my heart says it was yesterday Because what is time, really, to a heart? My bones whisper to me that in a parallel universe it is us who grow old together Attached at the hip while we stare at the stars Holding joy in our hands

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Apr 4, 2022

Apr 4, 2022 at 8:40 PM UTC

Staring at the stars holding joy in our hands

It is nights like this When we recite in meticulous detail a moment in time when our minds were intertwined, exactly 4745 days ago… my heart says it was yesterday Because what is time, really, to a heart? My bones whisper to me that in a parallel universe it is us who grow old together Attached at the hip while we stare at the stars Holding joy in our hands

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I am learning that slow is good Slow is growing You do not have to run to reach the sky The sky will come to you when you are ready The trees know this The rain too Rivers and their curves aren’t created in an afternoon Breathe slow ache slow fall in love slowly and with purpose for this is how you hold time in your hands

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Mar 24, 2022

Mar 24, 2022 at 9:10 PM UTC

Lessons to learn

I am learning that slow is good Slow is growing You do not have to run to reach the sky The sky will come to you when you are ready The trees know this The rain too Rivers and their curves aren’t created in an afternoon Breathe slow ache slow fall in love slowly and with purpose for this is how you hold time in your hands

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I am learning I am magic I am a force to be reckoned I am the reckoning I am free I am running wild like fire I am fire I am heartache and yearning held together by bravery I am brighter than my darkness I am light I am light

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Feb 14, 2022

Feb 14, 2022 at 4:12 PM UTC

Listen to Me

I am learning I am magic I am a force to be reckoned I am the reckoning I am free I am running wild like fire I am fire I am heartache and yearning held together by bravery I am brighter than my darkness I am light I am light

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We are gathered here today for the part of me who repeats over and over “not good enough” Today is the day I burn the part that thinks it’s only worth doing if it’s perfect It’s only worth saying if it gets praise it’s only worth living if it’s achieving Today is the day this version of me dies And isn’t it beautiful Isn’t it heartbreaking The seeds I grew inside myself, some of them rotten What a gift what a tragedy Today is the funeral. Today I rise.

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Jan 14, 2022

Jan 14, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC

Today is the funeral

We are gathered here today for the part of me who repeats over and over “not good enough” Today is the day I burn the part that thinks it’s only worth doing if it’s perfect It’s only worth saying if it gets praise it’s only worth living if it’s achieving Today is the day this version of me dies And isn’t it beautiful Isn’t it heartbreaking The seeds I grew inside myself, some of them rotten What a gift what a tragedy Today is the funeral. Today I rise.

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Dear 2022, I have arrived bare and alive flawed and unruly wrapped in lavender Last year I held joy in my palms washed my face in it Last year I showered in eucalyptus I let my hair grow past my hips Painted my toes with honey to show the bees they’re welcome here Last year I began by asking for kindness and comfort and love and I learned I didn’t need to ask the sky I can create all these things for myself I can plant them and nurture them I can nurture me and love me and pour sunshine over me So 2022 Here I am Stepping into you Ready to be planted I am here with open arms Asking for nothing Except for one more trip around the sun

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Jan 8, 2022

Jan 8, 2022 at 8:06 PM UTC

2022

Dear 2022, I have arrived bare and alive flawed and unruly wrapped in lavender Last year I held joy in my palms washed my face in it Last year I showered in eucalyptus I let my hair grow past my hips Painted my toes with honey to show the bees they’re welcome here Last year I began by asking for kindness and comfort and love and I learned I didn’t need to ask the sky I can create all these things for myself I can plant them and nurture them I can nurture me and love me and pour sunshine over me So 2022 Here I am Stepping into you Ready to be planted I am here with open arms Asking for nothing Except for one more trip around the sun

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(To your inner child) Tell her she needn’t weather the storm on her own this time Wrap her in lavender and sing to her and dress her in courage. Tell her she is as powerful as her wildest dreams. Let her rest in your arms, Watch the sunrise together. Accompany her grief, comb the knots out of her hair Let her run barefoot in the dirt with no consequence Write her love letters, mail the ones she wrote for those who were incapable of receiving Burn the ones where she blamed herself. “Too much too wild too selfish too human too challenging too loud too loving too anguished” Burn it all, let her hold the match so she understands she is the master of her fate. Hold her tiny hand in yours until she dissipates Absorbed into the roots of your inner garden; She is owed a place there, but she will no longer overshadow the other wildflowers.

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Jan 2, 2022

Jan 2, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC

The garden inside of us

(To your inner child) Tell her she needn’t weather the storm on her own this time Wrap her in lavender and sing to her and dress her in courage. Tell her she is as powerful as her wildest dreams. Let her rest in your arms, Watch the sunrise together. Accompany her grief, comb the knots out of her hair Let her run barefoot in the dirt with no consequence Write her love letters, mail the ones she wrote for those who were incapable of receiving Burn the ones where she blamed herself. “Too much too wild too selfish too human too challenging too loud too loving too anguished” Burn it all, let her hold the match so she understands she is the master of her fate. Hold her tiny hand in yours until she dissipates Absorbed into the roots of your inner garden; She is owed a place there, but she will no longer overshadow the other wildflowers.

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