“Finding my way back to myself one day at a time.”

Beneath this skin beneath these bones beneath this blood I exist.

Grief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.

You shine bright but not everyone can handle the light don’t dim down from the rebound.

My path to healing is only unto me I let it take me where I need to go.

My lips thirst for yours but they are desert dry our hostile environment has weathered our love.

What gives in letting go is so much better than what stays with holding on.

Friendships made rejections laid follows stayed unfollows played saves surmount algorithm count Instagram disses and emoji kisses.

You sucked all my love and all of me through your hollow straw I wish I had known there was nothing on the other side.

We were – one. I was closer to you than anyone – ever. So tightly bound. You breathed for me and I lived in you.

As I unfolded my hand she took my palm her eyes narrowed on the heart line and I knew by the look in my eyes I would always be heartbroken.

I miss you but not as much as I regret leaving myself to be loved by you.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

The shelter is where I am when I am with myself.

I have emptied myself of a heavy burden today lifted it out of my body and placed it down its not the end but it’s a beginning.

My heart is my muse my blood is my ink my pain is my pen my words are my healing.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

I Don’t Wait For Time. Change Thoughts & Heal My Wounds.

I do not label anyone as wrong or bad. I accept them and my respect heal them.

Pain is inevitable. It’s how we choose to heal that matters.

My tolerance becomes their healing.

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.

The feel of not to feel it, When there is none to heal it Nor numbed sense to steel it.

People are good. No matter what. Beneath the rage and fear lies a wounded heart. We must do what we can do to heal it.

I have found that confiding in someone who loves you unconditionally to be extremely healing. A safe place to share and release.