You can’t spell social anxiety without society.
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Demolition
I’m under construction — please excuse the poetry.
Only bruises
Poetry allows
my soul to age gracefully
my mind to land softly
amongst the new gray hairs —
without it I’d have thunked
into my forties with
tail bone, funny bone
and spirit broken
Battles
Life is a battlefield of broken dreams and pieced-together victories.
Work hard & shine!
Sometimes the universe tosses out handfuls of glittering opportunity. If it falls upon you, dance! Then get right to work.
Voyages
A journal is a journey — our own personal passages of self.
Missed
Over time, the hurt doesn’t hurt. Only regret does.
Torch
Grief is a fire
set to the heart —
burning some things away
keeping others aflame
Don’t-do-it list
currently i am about halfway through
doing the list of things i swore before
i would never ever do when i got old
Marrow
Poetry is the dancing skeleton of
Haunted
There are more ghosts in an unwell body than in an entire haunted mansion.
Victorious
This smile isn’t a lack of pain. It’s a victory gesture of not letting pain defeat me.
Heights
If you’ve climbed the jutting trees to your lofty goal, you’ve far outdone the unscathed ladder climbers.