mantra

No more waiting and being afraid and asking for permission and approval to be who I am and want what I want. No more apologizing for knowing that I was made for a purpose and I have to see that through. If you can't be at my side encouraging me, at my back supporting me, or beneath me lifting me up then please don't stand in front of me blocking the way.

YOU

just your eyes holding mine
your hand transferring strength
your smile, quiet and knowing, reassuring me that joy exists, even in chaos

i've never needed the acknowledgement of the crowd
your arms to steady me and keep me firmly standing
your feet beside mine to remind me that i'm not alone
your warmth to cacoon me

it is and has always been enough

(8.8.19 11:57am
4love & littlelove)

so loud

the unnerving disquiet, the discontent,
the seething outrage that seems constantly ready to boil over and spew its everlasting destruction on a world already bathed in oversensitive, hyperactive emotional overdrive.

everyone is exhausted,
everyone's bleeding hearts are exposed,
their naked, vulnerable, frightened inner children huddled and insecurely awaiting the judgement, the shaming, the public execution that is now commonplace.

"shame, and be shamed", "build your name on shame", "claim your fame", ride the trending topic du jour and stand on the necks of innocent and guilty alike as you reach for your 15 minutes of celluloid soapbox championship.

wouldn't it be wonderful if we used the same energy to build up with positivity instead of tearing down with negativity?


how much further advanced we'd be as a collective. this human race collective.