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 Dec 2018 kailasha
Astral
Its 4:29
 Dec 2018 kailasha
Astral
Its 4:29 in the afternoon,
But it feels later.

The sun is still up,
But the blinds are drawn.

Its still warm outside,
But I'm wrapped in a blanket.

I still have stuff to do,
But I don't have the energy.

Maybe I will later,
But not right now,


And thats okay.
It seems that sometimes I seem to forget that its okay for me to need more time and its okay for me not to have the energy.
 Dec 2018 kailasha
Becca
Water fills my lugs till the point where I don't
have space
like a field of lavender flowers
where I'll stay
forever
 Dec 2018 kailasha
IrieSide
Sintra
 Dec 2018 kailasha
IrieSide
I travelled the world,
though not once
could I step outside
my own skull
Greetings from Lisbon.
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
Q & A
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
Come morning
their innocent eyes would ask
the most difficult of questions.

My heart would stall.
My tongue would stiffen.

And my eyes would answer back
with tears.
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
Balance
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
Do not fear the shifting sand

under the weight of your feet.

For you may not know balance,

without the test of instability.
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
Deep Sleep
 Dec 2018 kailasha
ryn
The quakes in my breath when I sleep,
I hear they’re frightening.

Yet I never do wake...

The jerks in my muscles when I sleep,
I hear they’re startling.

Yet I never do wake...

The beats in my chest when I sleep,
I hear they’re disconcerting.

Yet I never do wake...

Perhaps it’s because I was at my most comfortable.
giving thanks
can be a very existential thing
as the legendary settlers in New England learned
when they arrived
   as illegal immigrants
and the natives
   though wary of their guns and swords
taught them to plant
   corn together with fish
and shared their harvest with them
   late in the year

giving thanks may be a very personal thing
whenever we travel far away
are given a friendly welcome
are fed and housed by the natives
and accepted into their families

giving thanks is a very human thing

it shows that we are aware
of the fragility of our life

that it always depends
on the kindness of strangers
who help us to survive
in their world

after all

we are aliens
in most parts of our globe

          * *
 Nov 2018 kailasha
Day
I think that I am blessed with life.
This morning I woke up warm and safe,
with a kind man next to me to kiss on the face.

I have been granted the ability to work.
I have a welcoming space to earn a living,
with a wonderful boss who is kind and giving.

I still have the privilege to text my mother.
She is a sweet woman with a kind heart -
loves who I am even though our beliefs sometimes part.

But today I woke up and my heart still feels heavy.
I feel unworthy of this body I've been given,
and my mind overworks without my permission.

Depression does not care about my positive days.
Even though I am blessed I struggle with pain,
and constantly still I fight with this dreadful brain.

But day after day I will never give up.
For too many people are counting on me,
and encouraging that one day I shall be free.

So *******, Depression!
Today I woke up and continued to breathe
and while sometimes it's hard I have faith in me.
 Nov 2018 kailasha
ryn
Enter
 Nov 2018 kailasha
ryn
.
And I’ll show you
fantastical things.

Come into my head.

Know my wants
and desires.
Witness the height
and raging fires.


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