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Where's my wiggle room?
the space in between my heart and yours

no place to escape
the tea kettle hisses and finds an exit path

the dominoes find their way with a little push of a hand ..

And with both hands clasped,
I can cut the ties too
TNT
This pain
Needs room
To be.
I am projecting
My self-rejecting
Onto other people

This harmless action
Destroys connection
All in my brain
A habit contained

Now realizing
Awareness sings
Let's liberate
Don't be afraid

Fears are surreal
Anxiety's real
People are mirrors
Of how I think and feel
On the train. Realizing this - there is nothing to be afraid of. I don't know what others think of me. And why should they think the worst imaginable thing at all? Just because my inner critic is so harsh and doing its job so well: criticizing. 😉 Whenever we recognize our inner critic we should be grateful and happy. 🙏✨🎄 Merry Christmas
Once anxiety hits in
It spreads around like lava
Projecting negativity
And causing so much drama

So I increase awareness
To end this pattern's madness
Restoring back my mindset
Slowing down, gentle reset

Breathing consciously
I remind myself
I am the one responsible
For my mental health

Comparison arises
It causes an earthquake
This is the perfect timing
To become awake.
Noticing this - is enough. The mind remembers the neural paths of awareness and each time it will get easier.
 Dec 2024 Mica Light Poetry
Sora
I was trained to love the dark
because it kept my hurt well hidden
To start a fight
to see the light
simply felt
forbidden
You and I
with so much history
no

hyperbole

that hangs on us
like bad-fitting clothes
and it's all so

complicated
An abstract word painting
They take me a fool
because of my morals compass.
And still I fear their paths.
I don’t need to search any further to know the cosmic math!
I use to pretend that all was real, I’ve taken my spin on the karmic wheel.
Comfortably the wheel has slowed and now my heart beats strong with all I know.
With all I’ve learned but not enough, I gather my strength when life gets rough.
See through my eyes, open your mind, dig a little deeper in this spiritual rhyme..
Traveler 🧳 Tim
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