. grief, it grows always on the outside but never inside of me it kisses the dark sand of my ocean & the castaway (my broken vessel of flesh) there was nothing left, only the poem you wrote across my spine before the storm ______ #reirapoetry
I pray you all have a peaceful night, and relaxing. I hope you took the time to speak what you wish to manifest into existence this weekend. I pray you soon find your purpose if you’re still discovering. If you’ve found your purpose, I hope you keep filling that cup. I’m praying for you. And I love you all, and thank you so much for showing me so much love and support 💗
I had my birthday just last Sunday (or maybe it’s still Sunday wherever you are). Turning a year older makes you think a lot, in my experience. Thinking where you are at life, what you want to achieve in the future, and whether you really grow up, not just grow older. I like where I am right now, and I don’t really know where I’d like to be in the next few years, but I suppose I don’t need to have everything figured out immediately. I think I did grow up just a little, every year. I know I still have a long way to go, but small steps still count, aren’t they?
✨I shared the blame for things that had nothing to do with me. I listened to your cries while you’d fallen deaf to my words. You were blind to my nurturing. You were paralyzed when I needed you most.💔 🖤I am going to forget us, but I’ll remember you.
Walking into my closet Racks filled with personalities that I deposit So many options for me to choose While making sure I have the matching shoes Trying on my different me's for size Each fits differently, each a different disguise Different looks, all beautiful, but just not right Exhausted, I stare at my naked self with all my might This self I have disinterred Staring at myself in the mirror, raw, and unfiltered Remnants of the past in the form of scars When connected, form a constellation of stars Each tell a different story Some of misery others of glory As I turn away from my reflection I look down to see my scattered rejections Which of my personas will I be today ? If my clothes could speak for me, what would they say? I look up away from the pile To see forgotten threads which causes me to smile Hiding in the corner is the finest garment I have ever seen. Made of the purest materials your mind could ever conceive Barely used, almost as if it has been untouched I reach for it rushed It flatters every edge of mine Love sewn into every crevice and design Hugging every curve Reminding me this is what I deserve Where it is time to start the day The purest form of ‘me’ is who I choose to be today~ "Mirror"