My prior belief was that home is a noun.
A physical structure within my hometown.
A place that is haunted by wounded energies,
An environment polluted with sad memories.
Conditions where even a weed couldn’t grow
The feeling of loneliness is intensely harrow
Lack of stability, integrity and connection
An innocent soul that longs for affection.
A broken home fosters rejection.
My next belief was ...
It is time to learn how to give up.
I was taught early on that giving up is unacceptable.
Whether it’s a job, a dream or a relationship.
Maybe this is why I find it so hard to give up
I fight against myself to let go of things that disrupt my inner peace.
Like a wrestling match but my opponent is myself.
A friendship that I’ve outgrown, a job that brings no fulfillment or an item that holds no val...
I barely noticed the black fur peaking out of the entrance of the small cave. My heart jumped into my throat as I realized how close I was to unknowingly stumbling into the den of a terrifying beast. I quickly ran behind the nearest tree and fell to the ground with my back against the rough surface of the trunk. To my luck, the beast was sound asleep and had not noticed me. Feelings of fear and dr...
Dreaming is what gets me through tough days
I dreamt of you before I had ever even met you
Of your calm demeanor and patient attitude
The yin and yang
To the flow of my erratic emotions and anxious being
Without you I am an ocean with no shore
An array of beautiful ideas and terrifying truths
Of depths nobody has managed to explore
Without you there is no home
The gravity of your presence
And ...