I’m sharing my art because it is part of my healing journey. I never had an outlet before. I am in a much better place than I had been for a very long time, and some of the writing is hard to read. It comes from a dark place. I come from a dark place. And I know that my light – our light – can be found again.
In any of the writing below, replace he with she, or she with he, and the poem may be more applicable to your situation. You can use genders interchangeably (or no gender at all). What matters most is how this resonates with your soul and hopefully it helps you on your healing journey, too.
Black and White – Dark and Light
How is this my life?
This hurts so bad.
I’ve been threatened.
I’ve been harassed.
I’ve been stalked.
For My Stalker
To the Stalker who keeps popping up on my website:
I see you. I know you’re there.
And no, I’m not talking about the people who come to learn.
The people who genuinely want to heal.
I’m talking about one specific individual…
Liar, Liar
Liar, liar pants on fire
What you say just stacks higher
Telling stories for your glory
Not sharing the details, they’re too gory
Forgiveness
How do you forgive someone who broke your heart?
How do you move past the pain?
First, you leave.
You leave the hurt behind.
Shelter from the Storm
The rain is pouring,
It’s so hard to see
Telling myself never to give up
The refuge I seek is within me
The Babysitter
It’s a tale as old as time
And yet, it stings
Thought they were being helpful
Whole time, they’re sniffing out the demon’s wings
Kicking the Hurt to the Curb
It’s been 3 years.
Were they jealous of my work?
He’s been jealous the whole fucking time.
The Night I Grew My Butterfly Wings
I was so strong.
Stronger than I’ve ever been before.
It came so easily this time.
I said “no.”
The Road Less Traveled
She’s gotta get ahead of the story, right?
Because it’s convenient.
It’s not about her; it can’t be about her.
Picking up the Pieces
As I look around
I know I don’t want to drown
I’ve come too far
To be sitting at the bar
Been there, done that
Too many times to count.
I Walked Alone
Waiting on your promises,
I finally gave up.
Only choice left was to fill my cup.
From the Studs to the Sub-Floors
From the studs to the sub-floors,
A transformation is taking place.
An excavation,
A stripping away,
A peeling of the onion layers,
We’re scraping down to the core.
Picking Apples
There’s so many apples on a tree,
How do you know which one to pick?
The one with the best shape?
The one with the best color?
The one with the longest stem?
You know who picked me?
Time to Rise
Instead of: Are you grieving?
The question is: Am I grieving?
Grieving this life.
Grieving these dreams.
Mirror Mirror
I’m not here for your disrespect,
Good or bad your words have an affect.
Say what you want to say,
‘Cuz you’re fueling the fire to my art today.