6.25.2019.
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.
iii xv. 