Sun: A Poem

I'm afraid
I've fallen
in love
with the sun.

I've transformed: 
I'm water.
I can no longer stand tall.

Catch me
before 
I slip through your fingers.

Catch me
before
I turn into ice.

I wish 
I could be
unbreakable glass:
I could magnify your light.

Do I extinguish you
when you melt me?
Do I drown your energy? 


He told me no.
He told me I soothe him.
And that's a relief to me.
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Throwback Thursday: 5 Previously Published Poems 2/25/2021

Below are five poems that I have previously published on this blog, along with my interpretation of each poem.

wallflower

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.

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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.

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meditation

 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.

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your thoughts

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.

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universe

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.

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