Concrete Towers

War’d weathered feet, come stomping sideways up the green cliffs.
We didn’t think to find the solemn giggles here.
The cave puffs’ it’s ignorance, so shallow in the cove.
The flighted breath under canopy , from clouds to the throne.
Sweet dragon roll momentum, the blue plate something to peer for.
Royalist ground pepper fits underneath the sticks; so humble to be tuned.
Dialed with crumb fingers and dry mouth, the worth beaming from concrete towers.

Be Soft like Lint

It is okay to ask for quiet time.
If you need to recharge, regroup, reassess.
It’s okay to let me know.
To be respectful and mindful to the feelings that come with being human.

Knowing what kind of action or non-action will sadden or frustrate one another.
Let us be soft. So that we get the most out of each other.

Teach each other it’s okay to be vulnerable to express our needs or desires; that we won’t run if we tell or get told.

It’s okay to request things. It’s okay to need things from me.
A certain way to love, to listen, to communicate.
It is okay.

Weather Woman

Thoughts are clogging up my brain chamber. And this is different then feelings pecking away at my heart strings. I am thinking critically and independently and finding solitude to soften and sooth as soon as it hits the back of my throat. My tin of tea has never been so empty.
It is coming together and because I know this, the mass of mind clouds in my noggin’ are okay to be there. The forecast ahead is the future I am wanting to be in and under. And beside myself I will be happy to be, because I have located a serenity within.

I begin building with my Weatherwoman tools.

The Only Way

I can feel this in my steps. The movement of my heart wings. I can feel flutters in my chest and ripples in my bones. Excitement crams itself into my brain box and knowledge rises up the insides of my heart carton. Steady, assured. This is how we were going to come together. Again. And this time, our difference, will make the difference.

It Will

They don’t deserve who you aren’t.

You don’t deserve who I am not.

I don’t deserve who you are not.

Our worth will collide.
And we will know it.

I Lived as a Child

I took myself away from myself.
I sacrificed the best parts of me, so that I could live loosely, irresponsibly and carelessly and make myself believe that was the only way I could be happy.
I knew I was lying to myself all those years. And I didn’t pull any of the better parts of me out , to change what I was.
I let myself get bigger, cry over the things I refused to handle, and stepped far in to the inability to deal with issues properly.
I knew all the right steps. I knew what I had to do, but I was too dependent on the darker side. By letting it consume me, I could feel less, be further away and disconnected from my tough choices.
I got too good at being so bad.

I Light Power

And then it was Odd Em in Awk toe Brr and it was all quite Pritt Tea out there.

Inside, vitality wanders through my infectious current, swiping colour and brilliance onto what I touch, the people I am with and movement.
Seeing the Good Light again, I sway diligently to my burst strands of powerful.