Time Heals

Time heals all wounds

They say to the grieving

But they never mention the scars that remain when the wound heals

Grief fades

But it does not disappear

It fades into our bones

Etched into the fibers of our DNA

Forever carried with us

Gone to everyone but us.

Time heals

But scars remain

Home

There was nothing scary about falling in love with you,

That is how I knew.

The peace in my soul telling me I was home,

Not the butterflies I was told to expect,

But a calmness I gladly welcomed,

Like walking through the doors of your childhood home,

And feeling like you had never left.

I remember the first night I made you laugh,

Like your soul and mine were bound to the same heartbeat,

Rhythm and cadence,

The universe’s sigh of relief that we had finally met.

I have always been scared of love,

But there is nothing scary about loving you.

 

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What My Mother Taught Me

Be kind to plants, and even kinder to humans,

Both are more fragile than you think.

Tend to your garden, but also tend to your heart,

Weeds and unforgiveness are suffocating.

Lessons from my Mother’s garden.

 

You are never too old to be silly,

You are never too young to be wise,

You are never too small to matter, and

You are never too big to care for others.

Lessons from my Mother’s Kitchen.

 

We don’t need money to have fun,

We make our own fun.

No amount of money will ever matter.

What matters is those you surrounded yourself with.

Lessons from my Mother’s heart.

 

Happy birthday mama. Thank you for everything you taught me.

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The Strength in Her Bones

 

There is strength in your bones.

It is etched into the very fibers of your DNA.

It trickles through the blood which flows through your veins.

It is pushed through your body with every heart beat.

It is made stronger by every rift and tear.

There is strength in your bones my dear, don’t you dare doubt it.

 

There is strength in your hips and there is strength in your lips.

There is strength with every move that you make.

There is strength with every word that you speak.

So walk proudly and speak boldly.

Live passionately and fight fervently.

There is strength in your bones my dear, don’t you dare forget it.

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Tissues

Tissues pushed up against my eyes to stop the tears before they can start.

A lump in my throat that can’t seem to be swallowed.

A dread in my gut that tells me what I am too afraid to admit.

The rational part of my brain that tries to tell me everything will be okay.

The irrational part of my brain that wins out by silencing its opponent.

Leaky eyes and leaky hearts.

Tears that can’t be stopped by tissues pushed up against my eyes.

A mouth that can’t say the words out loud, for fear they will become true.

Silenced rationality and silenced words.

A trash can of tissues that still haven’t stopped the tears.

This is my today, but hopefully it will not be my tomorrow.

A resilient soul.

Battered and worn, but resilient.

A lingering hope whispering that tomorrow will be better than today.

One more tissue.

Maybe one more tissue and the tears will finally stop.

One more tissue.

One more.

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Just Me

It’s just me.

Just me sitting here another day, wanting something more.

Just me wondering why I am so scared to chase what I want.

Wishing I could be more than a Just.

Only I have no idea how.

I am nothing but a Just.

 

But its not just you.

Just you is a presence that cannot be shaken.

Just you does more than some people ever dream.

You are more than a Just.  So much more.

Only you have no idea.

There is nothing Just about you.

 

It’s just me, and it’s just you.

It’s just us, and what a wonderful Just that would be.

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I am Done

For when I blamed myself because I thought it was my fault.

For when I felt powerless to control my own body.

For when I felt ashamed of my own body.

 

On the nights I wanted to feel safe but I couldn’t.

On the nights that I stayed up crying.

On the nights that I felt small, silent, powerless.

 

To those I should have been able to trust.

To those that should have taught me to be proud.

To those that make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.

 

I am done.

I am done playing nice.

I am done playing scared.

I am done playing by the rules.

 

I am done.

I am done with your expectations.

I am done with your disappointments.

I am done with your judgments.

 

I am done.

I am done being ashamed.

I am done being uncomfortable.

I am done being silent.

 

I am done.

I am no longer giving you the power to affect me.

I am no longer giving you the power to make me feel small.

I am no longer giving you the power to shame me.

 

I am done.

 

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