i don't recognise the "girl" in the mirror anymore, is she still there?? maybe crushed inside the stars still burn bright just too deep for anyone to see them, or for her to see them if i'm so uncomfortable in this body why am i still in it i don't want to play the part anymore i'm lost, i need to find me however, there's something comforting about no-one seeing you, but when you leave it too long you can't see you either
parts of you can reappear, like when you buy a new shirt, it fits unlike the ones that cling, you can hide in this one but it's made for someone else someone they don't expect you to be and someone no-one wants you to be but who do i want me to be i want to be able to look in the mirror and like what i see, or even just accept it and feel safe within that body that isn't just a skin like this one
i run blanket tied loosely around my neck mom says i could choke but i do not worry if my cape gets caught i will shift down down i become a frog i leap, and my legs soar behind me if i am snatched by a bird i will outstretch my arms and glide down down a mighty hawk i bellow, and the world turns to stone if my wing is clipped i dig my fingers down down anchoring with tiger claws i pounce, and the villains fall almighty conqueror of nature i relent, and the blanket falls to my feet
The power of play 🧸✨ Is more than just a mechanism to keep the blues away 😔✨ It is the catalyst 🔥✨ To self exploration 🌈✨ Learning what I like and don’t like 👍✨ Coming to terms with feelings 💧✨ Minimizing future frustrations 👹✨ Acquiring knowledge with meaning 📚✨
ME: I’ve called you all here today to ask you something. BROTHER 1: [looking sideways at the door] BROTHER 2: Hmm. MOM: [smiling widely in that way that says she knows] DAD: [smiling widely in that way that says he doesn’t] ME: To be frank, I don’t think you all like each other very much. Is that true? MOM: [smile gets tighter, hand reaches towards phone] DAD: No, it’s not. [scratching side of head nervously] BROTHER 2: Hmm. BROTHER 1: You all bore me. ME: We know we do. MOM: [typing furiously] [silence punctuated by dog licking his leg] ME: So, now what? BROTHER 1: [rolling eyes slowly and obviously] What do you mean, now what? ME: Well, I mean where do we go from here? MOM: We don’t. We just stay here or nothing at all. BROTHER 2: Hmm. DAD: What else can we do? How do we know doing anything at all would be better? ME: I am tired of writing poems in my head about us. We have to do something. [silence punctuated by dog coughing] BROTHER 1: ******* and your poems. Do you want to hang out? MOM: I love you all but I can’t stand any of you. BROTHER 2: Can we be done now? ME: We’ll never be done. ALL: We’ll never be done. [dog sneezes]
i cannot post this on my poetry instagram bc my family might see it so have this… thing… idk
It is a quarter past June, and already it seems like a record setting summer. Sprinklers and the scent of chlorine filled pools, as I walk in my street-worn shoes to my sanctuary.
The lifeless blacktop park where my will and the heat-embracing pavement meet. A well-manicured backyard tree hangs its verdant leaves just over its owner’s fence. Like a lifeline for life reaching out to me.
I stick and I move, as the sweat cleans the dirt and despair from my face. Like a sunshine superman, I drink UV rays into my bones. Alone I feel whole. The disinfecting flames of summer have begun to melt the cold rot encasing my soul.
Embrace the light from the sun, because one day we will plead with darkness to feel it on our face once more.