the perils of people pleasing
There are days when
I feel empty
When I should feel full -
Like the blood drains from my heart
And my chest starts to collapse.
But the room is radiant and joyful
Bright and abundant
And I look around and wonder -
If my surroundings have
Sucked the life out of me?
Brought me to slaughter?
The sacrifice for everyone else
To have a good day.
greener grass
many a conversation I’ve had recently
spent glorifying the neighbour’s grass
wondering how they’ve kept it so green
level, plain, simple, lush
and seemingly thriving
in harsh summer sun
I asked them what it looked like
along the fence, on the side where
you cannot see from the street
that side that gets kept in the shade
and is a perfect breeding ground
for those climbing weeds
where you need reinforcements
or to pull with your hands and knees
This one is simple - I was jealous of what I saw in comparison to what I have. But this was my own friendly reminder that every beautiful garden grows weeds, there is always a corner where something is swept out of sight, and nothing or no-one is perfect.delightfully dangerous
describes that feeling
when you are living by intuition
moving with instinct
and suspending judgement
exercising your power
releasing your spirit
and feeding embers into fire
an unstoppable energy
that sparks uncontainable
pure joy
Written after a glorious catchup with a friend - where we celebrated sex and sensuality, confidence and confrontation, power in our femininity.