I am a safe space for myself.
BRIANNA PASTORI am a safe space for myself.
BRIANNA PASTORI can finally cry and let it be relief. My tears can be my medicine and not my poison.
BRIANNA PASTORThink of how good tomorrow might be.
BRIANNA PASTORYou write poems or you are a poem. That is where you’ll shine.
BRIANNA PASTORI’m not sure if you know this but your peace is not up for debate.
BRIANNA PASTORAnd what happens when you run out of words? You listen. Deeply. To everything around you.
BRIANNA PASTORI am not supportive not fond of nor proud of my self-abuse. I carry untold debt to my soul. It is the least I can do, to be gentle with it.
BRIANNA PASTORCan we be easy on ourselves for once?
BRIANNA PASTORWe only desperately try to save in others what we fear losing in ourselves.
BRIANNA PASTORMeet me with authenticity or not at all.
BRIANNA PASTORThere is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.
BRIANNA PASTORI love my sadness because it is honest.
BRIANNA PASTORI take great comfort in knowing that there are even better versions of myself I haven’t hugged yet.
BRIANNA PASTORI gave my sadness a full name so that I stop thinking of her as an intruder and start acknowledging that I do have to learn how to live with her.
BRIANNA PASTORYour softness never goes to waste.
BRIANNA PASTORIf my skin is going to crawl, I pray it crawls into safer spaces.
BRIANNA PASTOR