7-1-18

You’ll be judged forever, for not knowing how to smile through your thoughts
For being just slightly weary
For being just slightly wary
For being exhausted.
You’ll be judged for being the sad girl, angry, or a little too tough
You’ll be judged for what others have done to you
Passed over when you can’t muster the ease or enthusiasm, but
No one will know how hard you fight
How hard you try
I don’t know, I mean she’s just so serious all the time…
You’ll sit behind barricades you didn’t build
Avoiding touch, invasion
For being just slightly unsure.
And then when you’re unsure, you’ll be judged
I mean she should have more confidence, she’s so pretty!
As if you hadn’t thought of that before.
You’ll be judged for having buried your softness so far beneath the surface
No one could ever destroy it again.
Yet that softness is the only thing that will save you,
You’ll spend years digging it out of the wreckage
Just to be judged, because
I just can’t explain it, she’s just too far gone…

Rabbit Hole of Existential Woe

I’m sick of the echo chamber of news right now. I’m sick of petty bullshit. Cruelty. Myopic woe and platitudes. We build prisons of our own design, on the nightmares we won’t wake ourselves up from …

There are people who will tell you it can’t be done, secretly hoping you fail; And people who cheer you on every step.

People who will put you through hell; and people who will stand by your side to hell and back. Love can be a deeply unsettling place when you’re not ready for it … sometimes even when you are. Do you run?

There are people satisfied with never going beneath the surface, jump ship to hide behind the next fleeting excitement, or refuse to leave the dock at all. And those who know how to weather the storm. Surprise – It’s not the ocean, it’s not the ship. Nope.

Those who barricade themselves, and those who open their arms without hesitation, no matter how many times they’ve been hurt

All around us: Those who “prove” a bias of misery, And those who “prove” that joy and light that exists – but who comes in to focus when you look?

There are those who repeat the past, stay suffocated by it, And those who grow and Change.

So if you’re lucky enough to wake up tomorrow… no matter what you’ve been – who do you WANT to be?

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The best people often arrive to hold a mirror to our greatest strengths and biggest weaknesses, to face ourselves… whether we use that reflection to spiral deeper or to wake up each day determined to try. Sometimes that mirror throws obstacles and cracks in the road. Sometimes trauma, pain, and fear. It can be overwhelming and uncomfortable. With compassion and patience… These people and this exchange are the definition of “love” as an energy, a state of being.