In poetry, there are no winners or losers. Poetry is an act of worshipping life.

She gives herself permission to have
Days of doubt
Grieve in silence
Just lay around

She gives herself permission to
Not to be herself
Not to smile
Hide and cry

The she is me and I am her
I give myself permission
To let my emotions
Sometimes take over

Give yourself permission to feel whatever it is you need or want to feel without carrying the guilt of not “being yourself”

If I aligned my chakras
If I cleansed the blockage
If I were a little more brave
I'd be floating up eight feet
In my own salt water sea
I would spring a leak
Like nothing you've ever seen
But I can't afford the scene
I can't yet tear my seams
But I'm sure it's coming
I feel it sitting on my sternum
Lightly stinging my septum
Like too much wasabi
Like too much trauma
Like too much time
Spent thinking too much
About things I can't change