The moment has come.
Where Becca Waits no longer.
The breath that has been held
like a captive hostage
engulfs the Vital LifeSource
Colors red orange
into her awed smile,
full of first bliss.
The energy crackles
and finally it
has become clear.
Becca wrenches herself free
from what has been
her definition for so long,
leaving Becca Waits
in the shambles of
Only posting mine as an example:
I won’t always be like this.
Broken and small
like a stepped-on children’s toy,
on the side of the road
with a smoking engine,
dead leaves on the ground
in a quiet forest.
I was a dynamic fire starter.
Throwing Molotov cocktails
into city halls and corporate headquarters,
setting fires on the horizon
that filled the sky with orange light,
pushed tidal waves,
fanned monsoon winds,
and charged hearts with electric heat.
I’m going to be a seismic shift.
Fighting the system with words,
moving land with earthquake power,
pushing words through the heart
of the unrelenting city,
writing words on the walls of skulls,
graffiti of minds, hearts, souls,
spilling energy into the world.
And when I do,
you better watch out.
Hearts will be falling like autumn leaves.
Eyes will be opened like headlights on a highway.
Souls will blaze like midnight stars.
better watch out.
The constant fight inside your own mind
The fear of something that isn’t there
The reminder than you are not like others
The struggling to find yourself amongst the constant thoughts
Trying to remember when reality is when society tells you that your wrong
Fighting to be better for others in fear of being rejected
But pushing people away in fear of being hurt
Hiding yourself away so nobody knows who you really are
Looking in the mirror and seeing the monster you have become
It’s a constant struggle that many deal with
Anxiety presents itself in many treacherous ways
The battle in your own mind, exhausting as ever
But still you push on because you have those who rely on you
You put your needs second for the ones that need you
You push your problems in the back of your mind, and try to focus on helping others
You are not alone nor do you need to fight alone
There are those just like you and fight every day
We need to be there for each other just as you are there for others
We need to open up and express the struggle
Not an illness
Not a disease
Not an infection
But in some ways, anxiety can be even more deadly
You fight against an illness and you can beat it
You can battle againt a disease and win
Many battle cancer every day and are applauded when they win
Infections are faught with a healthy body
But anxiety can never be beaten, only weakened. When someone gets better nobody will applaud you, nobody will respect the fight, nobody will even realize it.
Anxiety is a constant battle
Sometimes you are winning the battle and everything seems fine
Sometimes you lose the battle and the world seems to end
But the battle never is won, never over, never quiet.
Anxiety is forever
I've had my face pressed into the mud
the souls of my ancestors
pounding in my blood
when I lifted my up my pride
and replaced it with love
my ancestors watch me from above
I hope they see who I've become
and admire me for my ability
to apologize to someone
when I've done them wrong
when my calling card
was to run
from each and every problem
I want to be the best version of myself
when I see the red of my blood
I hope to climb out of this conundrum
the place where my heart
and this poem become one
"To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance." Oscar Wilde
And indeed, it is a thing most often sought but so rarely discovered....
I looked all about until my gaze fell across the room
And there, directly in view, my eyes focused on you.
At once, I knew I’d found something hitherto unknown
And yet, inherently real, much like the morning dew.
My mind searched for answers as it began to wonder
If all I’d seen and heard thus far had been for naught
For there, in your eyes so vivid and so green,
I found a profundity of wisdom and thought.
Here was precisely that of which I’d gone in search
Wandering endlessly through each long day and night,
Here was all that I needed to know, breathe, and feel
Herein was a rare knowledge of full force and might.
Amazed and confused, I looked all around yet again
Behind and beside me, and even outside amongst the flowers,
But there was no one save the simple reflection I could see
As deep inside grew an overwhelming and great power.
Yes, ’twas me I discovered in that mirror far across the room,
And suddenly I knew that only when love within is truly found
Will it take root to spread elsewhere in search of another soul;
Only then will it grow to create a depth of feeling most profound.
In sheer amazement and wonder anew on that glorious night
I found that I could, and must, love myself first and evermore
Before the depth of true, divine love would take root in my life
To bestow all for which I longed, and in ways unlike any before.
Living my best Life
I wonder if school life was fun
for everyone else?
Looking back on my school days, I can't honestly say that
I experienced the best days of my life back then.
'Cause for the majority of those days, I spent silently sitting almost as though invisible on the school desk in my vacant classroom. No other child present in there but me during my recess and lunch break.
Waiting for someone to playfully come - a friendly approach, a person to come take me by the hand, and say
"It's okay! You can come play with the rest of us and have some fun too!"
I'm an adult now. I don't
blame anyone. I can claim responsibility.
I'm woman enough to say that
I should have spent my childhood days much better than I did. As much as time is irreversible, the same period in time can't be brought back again. I know that and I accept it too, but I'm grateful to God...so grateful that I've finally broken out of my shell. It's like I've been renewed.
My memories are clouded with grey
Clearly vivid on every lousy day
Not once while young did I believe
Any love I could achieve
Disappointment in my mothers eyes
Praise became my father's lies
My sisters sang behind my back
Every flaw or character I could lack
Toxic beings love company
Eagerness is what would come from me
I tried to please, hoping for ease
Nothing... nothing... came from these
I let myself out, but not far away
Found myself a place to stay
I made a friend wise and true
That clapped and cheered what I could do
My love had grown with a shiny spine
I made choices solely mine
One drop of sunshine is all it took
For me to give me a second look
I grew to see past grayscale demise
Found trust in what took to my eyes
Distance and fonder
It helped me grow stronger
Learning to say no
Daring not to even go
Choosing myself when I was in need
Accepting to deny an often good deed
I put myself first, though struggling with guilt
Until I saw what strength was built
Peace overcame me when I saw
The hatred for me had been me, most of all
“So what’s going on there, waiting for payday?” No I say, I’m letting it go grey.
“Only $25—each unit of Botox. You’ll only need 12 to last you for 3 months.”
I’m happy, I’m happy, with lines on my face.
I’m happy, I’m happy, growing old with grace.
I’m happy, I’m happy, with each breath I take.
My wish for all women’s to stop being fake.
It’s liberating, it’s freeing, just being me.
It’s harmful, it’s frightening our obsession with selfies.
The filter, the filler, the fat fighting shake.
No matter your maker, human biology is no mistake.
away from the screen, or mirror, or window in which you contemplate your sheen.
best of me
she knew she had to fit the mold
Cinderella's glass slipper wasn't pretty anymore
but filled with responsibilities
taking care for oneself is no more a priority, necessity, and convenient
she had something better- Regret
all was lost the prince's palace was hers but not home
a piece was missing maybe shattered who knows
neither did the loved ones nor she knew
her spirit has left
floating somewhere in the blue skies and green meadows
laughing to her heart aches to stomach flips
knowing she is free and never coming back to her body her home
farewell dear one
you were the fire to burn for
power to reckon with
and I let you go
the loss is grave for mine to bear
I here you whispering old friend
I shall rise- I will rise.
I must rise
with a magnifying glass I search for her in my remains
to rise above all despairs
regain the lost and rebuilt something magnificent