Poetic Justice

Vulnerability is scary as hell.  And yet, I think one of the most vulnerable ways a person can be with someone else is to share a piece of their art or creativity. 

I know once I share these poems, I may cringe with regret, or believe these aren't perfect enough from the many I have in my journal.  But at the end of the day, these poems are a part of me and are expressing more than probably even I'll ever know. It's been so good to get back to writing, and hope you enjoy :)

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Anxiety

Is like a heavy void,

That nothing can satisfy.

It feels as if the 

whole earth

Is weighing deep at my core;

And I am

barely

breathing.

 

I gasp, but

I cannot get air.

I reach, but

No one catches me.

I scream, but

I go unheard.

I try to live, but

I am

not

living.

 

"Anxiety is..."

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I am not perfect

From this, I am

far....

Away are the expectations

I will never

hold....

On to some ideals

And happy I'll never

be....

Different, be daring

This I can try,

but...

(the beginning) I am not perfect...
 

"But....I"

 (now read again)

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Start where you are

.

.

.

It might not be great,

But it's something

.

.

.

You fall, you rise

You might even fail.

But at least you tried.

 

"1, 2, 3"

 

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"The light in me,

honors the light in you."

While this may leave

my tongue

with ease as I direct

to others,

It takes much more

skill and practice

to say it in the mirror.

 

"Namaste"

 

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The Silent wife

do not mistake

her subtleties

for insecurities.

 

The Mysterious Girl

knows more

than she

let's on.

 

The Sultry Femme

is not asking

for what you think

she wants.

 

The Neighbor next door,

is just as much female

as they want to be

or not.

 

The Woman's Figure

Is not just

for grabs

or pleasure.

 

Femininity.

Let it roar,

or let is whisper.

But don't let anyone

shut you down.

 

"Femininity"

 

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 Because I was a girl
I was told
I'd never be
enough.

Ever since I was young
I was taught
The only ability I could show
was tough.

Because I was a girl
My sensitivity
was seen
as a burden.

And when I was cautious
My future dreams and goals
always seemed
uncertain.

But because I was a girl
I fought back
against the
odds,

Because now I see
my power;
and that women can do
It all.

"Because I Was a Girl."

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Confidence
is like this unknown mystery being.
It comes and goes as it
pleases.
Yet it never ceases
to amaze me.

I have been the
victim
of both my ego and
lack thereof
steering the ship
of my soul.

It takes me down the
raging stream
of this thing called
LIFE.
Either with too much of it...
or not enough.

You see
courageous or assertive souls
are not revered...
at least,
not for all.

You see, because
one gender,
one half,
or even on race (really)
is the only one allowed to hold
the power.
At least, I was told
there isn't enough to go around
for everybody.

Or is it just me?

Am I the only one
who struggles with
that middle ground?
Who has never found
that perfect combination
of bitchy
and sweet?

Or is it just me?

Does anyone else find that they
esteem those who are
strong willed,
yet merely glance over
the timid hearts?
Even if that mirrors you?

Or is it just me?

Confidence can be
your greatest ally
or enemy...
It can run you wild
or never find it's spark...
May present as sly
or hellacious...
like a vicious or violent foe.

Or is it just me?

Because I've heard...
That confidence can be beautiful...?
That it's neither right
nor wrong.
It just is.
.
.
And the lies
 that get sputtered,
attempted to place us
in boxes...
assuming females cannot be
DYNAMIC
like their XY counterparts.

Because no man is every
questioned
About his audacity...he isn't
interrupted when he
SPEAKS UP, or
FIGHTS for
his beliefs.
Nor is he accused of some
hormonal cycle
getting in the way of
his judgement.

No...because apparently testosterone
is more valued than
femininity...

Or is it just me...?
.
.
Confidence,
It may ebb and flow.
Used in good heart or
selfish desires.

Feminine energy
should not be tamed. 
Even when the world
refuses
to listen.

Because it's not who you are
that holds you back.
It's who you think
you're not.

Or is it just me?

"Confidence"