THE RED SUIT
I saw a bright red pant suit online and decided immediately that it was perfect and adorable and powerful and sexy all at once.
I decided immediately that I loved it.
I loved its sharp edges and the way it drew the eye.
I loved the way it couldn’t hide in between other garments.
It stated its case, and no one asked any questions.
This suit spoke truth unapologetically and knew immediately that all its trespasses were forgiven.
I loved the way it flunked out of blending in.
It filled up the space on the page effortlessly and stained my retinas with its brilliance.
Hating this suit would only increase its value.
The worst idea you’ve ever had would be worth 1 million bucks if it were wearing this suit.
This suit was IT.
And as I was falling in love, I found myself suddenly drawn to scroll.
Who was I to wear such a suit?
My closet, a sea of beige would surely reject this rebel immediately.
I saw some future moment where I put the suit on, admired myself, and then changed into something more quiet before entering the world.
This suit couldn’t sneak past a curious eye.
It couldn’t enter and exit without being seen.
This suit was the main event in every room it stepped into.
This suit was meant for a different type of person.
A person who stood out intentionally.
A person who felt comfortable being stared at and creating whispers in silence spaces.
A person who said no frequently and confidently.
A sacred rebel with no regrets standing firmly in their belief that they are, indeed, the most interesting person in every room they enter.
I lingered longer on the page against the directive of self preservation.
Screeching to a halt all that existed before… calling into question what is and what had always been, the self that I had never investigated deeply but drug along like an extra appendage that could not be shaken loose.
The scared, small, shrunken self dying in a prison of beige and aching for red suits and flashy jewels.
Who was I to wear the suit?
Who was I to want the suit?
Who was I to be fascinated and enamored by the suit?
Who was I at all?
All at once, I saw the truth, the answer.
This suit was perfect for me.
And I added to cart.
#poetry #redsuit #standout #authenticity #selflove #beyourself #ShineBright #over40 #poetrylovers #poetryofinstagram
*Poetry Launch* Songs From the Mountaintop
Hello all, and thank you to my followers who have supported me on Prose for a few years now! This is my first book of poetry and I'm so excited to share for the New Year.
This release stems from my lived experience and personal growth over the years. It is an anthem for everyone who wants their writing to mean something. It is dedicated to the people who have improved my life and worldview, and it is a testament to all the best parts of being human.
Find your copy here:
Thank you all for making this community amazing!
#NewYear #Newbook #Poetry #Selflove #Selfcare #Individualism #TheProse
What Do You Want?
You've already licked my back with flames
You have scorched my skin and mind
This torture is not even the worst you can do
Want Me to beg? The hot
slash of blood on your face is not my disgrace
You want me to bleed? Go ahead
I have bled and I'll bleed again, I'm not dead
You want this too? Say it
You'll see me in Hell
But I won't see you.
Photo by Robert Arnar on Unsplash
#poetry #spitfire #revenge #heatofthemoment #predator
It is scary sometimes to lose a part
that feels like identity, like we
could be contained in our clothes,
or our sermons
Some traditions are warm marshmallows over low coals
others are lace veils, tangled around tiny ankles
Change means difference of state: Think flames
Progress is change that improves life: S'mores
Regress is change that degrades: ash and pain
Human is the template, but
We take shape, we make space
so our future can contain our oaths
and our wisdom
#life #poetry #progress #learning #wisdom #philosophy
Photo by amirhossein on Unsplash
When I saw your message
I imagined my words striking open eyes
and shining, reflected within
a Man that can revive hearts and lungs
Thank you, for your work
I don't imagine mine saves lives,
tho I strive to save minds
Thank you, for taking the time
to learn emergency medicine
and still further philosophy
It is an honor to be photographed
next to my hero, Thank you.
Your words strike the light in me
Photo courtesy of a fan
#philosophy #songsfromthemountaintop #poetry #gratitude #greatminds