Seltzer tears

Bubble
Down,

Burning eyelids

Shut.

Fizziness stings

Like bandages

Ripped

From healing
Wounds.

Quiet popping

Reels in silence.

Time
Is slow.

Drastically decided to make getting up at 7 am my new routine.
Self-compassion made me agree on giving myself 7 days to reach this.
Self-compassion also stopped me from planning any further agreements so that I can focus on only one for now.
This feels not overwhelming for a change.
This feels like I am giving myself the time I deserve.
Thank you, self-compassion!

With water and air and light passing through your fingers,
You have stacked bricks,
Like butterfly wings,
Back to back,
Around me.
No entry! You shout to all the shadows,
Those that leave me spitting feathers and make my eyes dart,
I like the shadows that you cast,
Your body warm and soft and tracing me,
The shadows that line my garden,
As the ice cream sky breathes,
Bring me slowness,
Just as you do with your rising chest,
And make me better.

It might not be the thing
You’ve come to associate me with
This elegant display
As I steadily move forward
Do not mistake my slowness
For laziness or worse
I take my time for things I like
As I enjoy the things that slowly pass by
Life’s too short and too fast alike
And I’m just a helpless little pawn
But do not mistake my slowness
For laziness or worse
As you come to see me
As someone who values life
And takes things as they come
Slowly and gently
Like the turtle’s steps

When has one lost what once was true,
One will know the way to lose,
In which all odds that one assumes,
Imply the one odd within you,

Within one shot there’s no more chance,
Although one shot can take all ten,
If chiseled right it takes the pin,
The mind should set to lose nor win,

The time is set for reigns to fall,
Phithets will soar and shoot to mark,
All though omega shot it hard,
A mega shot target was scored,

The moral for this stanza is,
If you haste slow with controlled swing,
The more likely you pack a sting,
Regret the one who’s rushing in….