The irony in this realization is what really caught my attention. How was it that the very thoughts I was thinking to protect myself were the thoughts that were destroying pieces and parts of me? The fear of making a mistake, the shame of being wrong, or the anxiety of making the right choice, all… Continue reading My Fear is the Only Thing that Destroyed Me
I spent a great deal of time studying my own mind to see who was really in control, and this is the story of what I experienced.
Most people can relate to the feeling that they are trying to fit into a world. So I liked the idea that rather than us, the world we are trying to fit into is what’s out of its place.
This poem is about the prostitute archetype present and active in all of us. How it compels us to search for our worth. How we don’t ever want to be not enough. How we want to please others.
she’d have to undo
turn back hands of time
return to carbon
yet we shackle
This piece is about the lies we believe about ourselves. Like a spider, the mind weaves a web of illusions to lure us in and shows us a broken mirror to make us believe that we are broken.