time to sleep it’s time i keep close to myself when the day is done reality creeps in and brings with it hopelessness
It’s so difficult to be ON all of the time. I think it’s okay to make space for the crappy emotional health days. I certainly had my share of them last week. It’s important to come back, though, if you can… and know if you have more sad says than most, you’renotalone. ❤
Some of my classmates are getting old I see the wrinkles beneath their eyes Their hair is gray, their children are grown Were the dreams we dreamed just lies
Some said I want to go to Hollywood and party with the stars I’ll own a house in malibu and several shiny cars I’ll paint with fields of color and start an artist’s revolution I’ll save the whales and sea turtles and remove plastics from the ocean
And still for others These dreams are dreams left up high on an empty shelf But the biggest dream I ever dreamed was the life I live myself
I was in a friend’s wedding this weekend and wrote and performed this poem for her and her husband. It turned out silly and sweet and I’m so pleased that everyone liked it. I wish someone had recorded it.
For Kala and Kris:
Live like every day is your last Remember to make each other laugh and when times get rough know that together you are enough Your teamwork will see you through Like if Kris suddenly comes down with man-flu Or if he tells you about a work event the day before Or you’re struggling to get Kala on time and out the door Or you’re too hot and she’s too cold Or someone’s left dishes in the sink and they’re growing mold But all jokes aside, two is better than one I hope your days are filled with fun I hope you hold hands when you watch TV Love fiercely and unconditionally But I”ll wrap up, and say only this, “We love you, congratulations to Kala and Kris”
the greatest part about learning to love yourself is loving yourself on the days where you don’t look your best
you feel fat you’ve gained weight to look at your naked body in the mirror to see the lumps the discoloration the stretch marks to feel sexy because perfect, never meant to be an empty canvas
and although my curves are rounded and my bumps have lumps and my stomach doesn’t stick out quite right I am everything I was meant to be