without the burden of expectation, i flourish the way i’ve always wanted. i have planted a seed of loving myself and doing it so ******* fiercely that it can’t be denied, and it blooms. regret, fear, and uncertainty have burned away and their ashes nurture this new soil. i will tend this garden in myself and speak crystal clear and loudly proclaim that i am worth loving and i do it boldly.
I seem to be at home on the margins where I can be alone with my folly sweltering in my private bowl of stew simmering in the sins surrounding and piercing me but you found me there invited me into your heart where you loved me redeemed me sewed my seams pulled together my crazy quilt made separate parts into a whole.
I wonder if these times offer opportunities for us to become quilt makers each in our own ways. I suppose most people are on the edges at one time or another and could use a seamstress.
Caught up in the sweet talk Sugar and lemons Coated with walls Beneath was a clamber Tussle of heart and the mind Could say it out loud But save it in the void Honeyed and spiced. Would it be mellisonant enough to be poised?
You can clearly see out you can speak, even raise your voice you think you're being clear, emphatic, maybe even a bit loud but actually, no one hears or sees you No-ones’ even noticed you're on the other side of the glass
The curtain, the veil, the barrier, the obstruction whatever you want to call it that distance between you and the rest of the world the no-mans land between borders the space in time between receipt of input and your output where all the frantic calculations are made where all the possibilities and ramifications are considered before blurting out something misjudged more thought doesn't always lead to a better outcome you can overdo it