Below are five poems that I have previously published on this blog, along with my interpretation of each poem.
you have to make them make room for you or you'll never learn how to fly
You deserve a seat at the table. Don’t wait for others to make space for you. You need to make room for yourself because you deserve it, and you deserve it now. You are enough, and you deserve to be accepted. Once you realize this, you will excel immensely.
mothers and sisters
I find myself constantly searching for mothers and sisters in the women around me and being let down all over again when the wires don’t connect it’s hard being disappointed by family
I’m someone who is always looking for mother-figures and sister-figures in my life. I grew up in a male-dominant household, so from a young age I’ve craved the guidance of female role models. Much like a child, I look at these role models through rose-colored glasses. Conversely, unlike a child, I am mature enough to recognize when these women don’t live up to the unrealistic standard I have set for them. Therefore, I set myself up for disappointment when the women I view as my mothers and sisters can’t fulfill my emotional needs.
close your eyes until you bleed out roots of light and sink into the earth and fall asleep
I began practicing meditation to deal with my anxiety and depression. When I practice visualization techniques during meditation, I like to envision light that sparks from the center of my body and moves outward in the form of roots. When I become especially relaxed through meditation, I sleep incredibly well.
my thoughts are not bad just because you don’t like them and your god doesn’t like them my god likes me enough just fine just the way I am who are you to tell me differently?
Your thoughts aren’t bad, even if you don’t like them; even if they can be unpleasant, sometimes. You and your whole self need to love who you are, no matter what others think of you.
your chest is the earth your fingers are the roots your breath is the air your mouth is the ocean your cells are the creatures and your hair is the jungle you create our own world your very own universe
I wrote this about my Significant Other. He is my whole world; every part of him is a part of that world. We’re creating our life together, and I love it.