The Fire…Inside an Attack of the Mind

 I wrote this in literally one of my worst moments mentally; what I later realized was an anxiety attack. It was pure chaos, hence fire…I subconsciously picked up my journal and pencil and started writing, and well here it is… These thought I have Inside my mind: Once ruled and letter free harmless sheet But…

Shame and Fig Leaves

So you messed up… And your first thoughts: “I don’t want Him to see me like this” So đź’ˇ Fig leaves: (Hiding, lying, delaying) They seem like adequate covers in the moment A quick fix But take a second to think… Fig leaves: All leaves are fragile  They wilt sooner than later Then they’ll just…

Unspoken words

Too often I am reluctant to say how I really feel Inhibited About situations, friends, conversations, senarios Whether the good, the bad, or the ugly Feelings suppressed: to consider the other party’s own feelings or maybe my own in the end Half truths really… deception I gather that I am socially awkward I’ve had years…

Chosen and Set Apart

Jeremiah 1:5  “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” Have you ever wondered: Why? Why me? Over seven billion to choose from Yet I was set apart Acknowledging from the very beginning That there was…

The Liebster Award_Thank You!

I am certainly elated to have been considered for this award only 20 days after my first blog! Receiving a nomination is equivalent to winning the award, so…*takes a bow*. It has certainly been an amazing experience, my fellow bloggers are just awesome people! Sharon Mo has certainly been one of my favorite blogs! I stalk her…

Hope from Vulnerability…Finding the will to live

Hope from Vulnerability…Finding the will to live During my pre-teen and teen years, I wrote a lot. I had no idea what else to do with the thoughts, conversations and silly puns in my mind. There was no one to share mind boggling thoughts with; no one who would be genuinely interested or amused. Sadly,…

This Secret Sin: Touchy Subject

Tiptoeing around eggshells I had always wanted to speak of it: This secret sin, a touchy subject But how do I explain this daily fight? How do I expound without feeling exposed? Exposed to all the questions of why? and how? How do I look you in the eyes later without thinking of shame? I…

This Secret Sin: Touchy Subject

Tiptoeing around eggshells I had always wanted to speak of it: This secret sin, a touchy subject But how do I explain this daily fight? How do I expound without feeling exposed? Exposed to all the questions of why? and how? How do I look you in the eyes later without thinking of shame? I…

RecherchĂ©…This mind of mine

My thoughts roam in coloured felted inks Ancient calligraphy They could be respected: Picasso’s paintings Or ridiculed: a one year old’s masterpiece. Interludes take me away to random daydream zones: Excerpts of chemical structures Illogical solutions to a chemist’s questions Nature’s gorgeous handiwork Dangerous ‘what if’ loves All in all a lil’ too recherchĂ© for…

Am I Beautiful?

Am I Beautiful? **Pauses for complete awkwardness, that will certainly follow when you read this question** ** (Please feel free to leave those responses in all their unfiltered glory in the comment section.)** Here’s what I think: you’ve bombarded your mind with a series of questions: “What is the warmest politically correct response?” “Is she…

25…My Rebirth

Pillows wet Today’s dusk to tomorrow’s dawn And all the suns in between Today, tomorrow, yesterday…all the same No season was safe The mental self-harm, profuse How could the world not see the scars…fresh blood Seeking validation The need to fill a God-sized heart hole Led her to all the wrong places, humans, things Just…

Faultlines

The consequences are evident Tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanoes, tsunamis, hurricanes, floods Each correlated to one or more of their psychological counterparts Low self esteem, need for attention, social awkwardness, insignificance, not good enough The need to feel wanted with the need to be alone A sad oxymoron, the result of these conditions coexisting I’d wish it…