i used to tell myself

i had big eyes to See

what others cannot.

a tiny mouth to whisper

secrets or say it all

in one breath.

talk fast.

the thoughts that plagued

me stared at my profile.

they wonder when i’ll

fall again, claiming

to feel my low

vibration, tempting me

into another runaway scheme.

i find reasons to laugh

when I’m feeling off.

you’re distracted, they

say, as if reporting a scandal.

but i know

growth happens in waves.

all that’s unwell is temporary.

the broken

ones aren’t my responsibility.

in the cycles and the phases

of my

highs and lows, i am

most earnestly grateful.

Published by Jaz


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