Take a look in the mirror and see
Take the time to look
Too busy blinding others with the glare
They turn away
And you wonder why

You want to be seen
Want to be loved
So see others
Love them too
No one wants sharp edges to cut
Neither do you

We convince ourselves
it isn't sadness
for a long, long time.

and it is an easy mistake.


It is also okay.
The first time you see it
just under your skin
To really see
and to feel it,
you are healing.

Kiss your own hand
Hold it against your own face
Back of hand to forehead
Palm to full of cheek
And breathe so deep
It cracks your spine
From the years of
progressively
shallower
breathing
Protecting our idea
your and my idea
of perfect form
(Full-chested,
waistless)
No
Place your hands on your tummy
beautiful ripe belly
and breathe into yourself
man woman
human
Connect to you,
(us it I we now)

You will find that substance
sustenance
solace
life,
that blossom
unfurling
nature
of your nature
in your touch

The glimpse of reason,
I have seen it.
It is the fundamental trust.

Tomorrow is yet another day
We start all over again
Another chance to better ourselves
That and much more my friend
Trivails and pitfalls
Will make an appearance
We must find the courage
And show strong perseverance

Hello, I'm writing to myself instead of thinking for the first time in awhile, and I don't know why I'm here, but today, now, I feel truly happy. Happier than I've felt for the first time in awhile. Happy enough to want, even after everything, I'm not stuck anymore. It feels good to say that, I'm happy.

i have spent a lot of time with myself lately
it is okay to lay in bed all day
it is okay to cry when you don't know what to do
i have realized that not everything can always be spotless
like my ocd likes it
it is okay to throw up in the shower
it is okay to smell like a human being
it is okay to miss people who've gone away
i have somethings i need to feel
like how you left me lonely
it is okay to forget on purpose
it is okay to remember on accident
it is okay to smoke a little too much
it is okay to feel spiteful
it is okay to think of her fondly
it is okay to hope she turns out alright
it is okay to stay up all night
it is okay to bury myself in someone new
it is okay to make new memories
it is okay to hurt
it is okay to laugh
it is okay to cry
it is okay to love again.

Self awareness came.
I smiled

Conscious I’ll be fine
I smile