too average
too independent
too quiet
too far away
too serious
too cliche
too normal
too she’ll be okay
Tag Archives: Psychology
Forgotten
the usual
congratulations
we love yous
and you two are so happy
messages,
suddenly end
when it isn’t
a wedding anniversary
anymore
no one reminded me
today
I’ve never felt so
forgotten
Writing it out. ♡
Tenderness
I don’t wanna
Tell me I should
I can’t possibly
Show me I could
I won’t bother
Remind me I would
Controlled Focus
Layers
Each one
Heightened
To control
The focus
On her
Ignoring is best
But, she’s perfect
Sweet Treat
Miniscule bundles,
Perfection, independently.
Candy like in color,
Effortless abilities, proven in infancy.
One of spring’s early risers,
Easily resists conformity.
Among similar wild arrivals,
She’s still nature’s sweetest treat.
The Most
together
warmth of your hand
felt
our fingers weaving
now, one
connection of our eyes
lingering
my body
rising to accept
your lead
following you, slowly
arriving
admiring your shoulders
desire
beyond the doorway
of your bedroom
acceptance
what I look forward to,
the most
Rain
Shhh, listen
Pattering, pittering
All in a whisper
Rushing, slowing
Confused in duration
However, still wet
Clearing, yet nourishing
Covering, cleansing
As imperfections vanish
If you were persistent rain
And I, in need
A Much Needed Walk
Today,
(warm splendid breeze)
All I want,
(which makes a vibrating heart ache)
Is to hold your warm hand,
(your caring touch that ultimately guides)
And tell you everything.
(my lifetime of moments, making me who I am)
Gorgeous Masquerade
She’s beautiful, isn’t she,
Rare, flawed, vintage pink,
And willing.
Intricate dressings, securely draped,
Essence beckons,
A gorgeous masquerade.
More than anything,
Your persuasion,
Motivates her, always.
Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived,
She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.
Mindful Clutter
humbly,
how do I handle,
every thought found,
deep inside?
born,
without a voice,
kept hidden,
under my control.
bundled,
tightly upon,
my breasts,
ache, alive and well.
slowly,
pushing my mind,
irrationally so,
towards giving up.
aware,
i’m only one,
emotional woman,
who’s unworthy.
mindful,
i’m gravitating,
towards views,
full of clutter.
asking,
to sit beside,
material rubble,
for peace.
Grackle’s Song
When dried leaves depart,
In submission to the changing wind,
And nothing now makes sense,
Remember we’re all given a plan.
While quiet enough to hear,
And present enough to understand,
We’ll realize sadness, too, is a gift.
Even when the hearts of Grackles,
Sit and wait for a chance to create,
Songs out of screeches and cackles,
Their tune we refuse to consummate.
Yet, we allow it to comfort us within,
Remember, same tree, same devotion,
When leaning into darkness, once again.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 