the burrowing one

from my poetry blog...

"The Burrowing One"
being afraid is a default response

i wish someone would say

dont worry about

the things that have happened

to bring you this way

to a spot where youre frozen

and youre scared but you stay

locked in this time

but it passes like flight

that darts in and out of your vision

at night

when youre ready youll leave

is what you always do say

when youre ready youll hit it

like it was always this way

but another day here

and another day passed

and when you think back

....what memories?

the ones that didnt last

there was nothing to be made

and no pride to show now

go bury your head in the sand

in the clouds

it's fun....

....to workout with a broken heart. That's all. To me, nothing's been a better reminder that I'm still alive than forcing myself, physically and mentally, through an emotional setback. It's during those times that I have experienced the greatest triumph and have discovered what I am truly made of.

right where you are and always have been and will forever be

this, my darkened path i stroll looking down into the brush, with its edges that feather dust my ankles searching with strain until i flicker a glance at a glimmering edge of the path and know it's really there i cant be concerned with what's ahead it only scares the shit out of me it's like i may negate for myself, a place to step if i dont look down and my feet and soul may fall deep into the river some river i dont know any river a lake an ocean i dont know an abyss or an abysmal fate that will come as quickly as my panic to correct my unfortunate misstep but if i mis-stepped, i'd live with this misstep my sickness and pleas to reverse it would be in vain i'd plunge into something that doesnt smell look taste feel like anything ive ever smelled, seen, tasted and touched before it scares the shit out of me im head rushed into thinking about all the "what-ifs" rising and falling in me, my guts raining like glitter into cob web...

saving my world

I woke up this morning with the intention of getting some cardio out of the way. Instead, I reached for my nail polish on my nightstand, touched up my french manicure and laid in bed for about 45 minutes until I decided it was safe to move around. I ran twice on Monday....and sprinted/lunged yesterday....I figured, unless my goal is to completely lose all muscle in my legs, perhaps I need to slow down. It's like that every time I go through a "seasonal" change - and not season like the weather, but season like another one of life's seasons. I sense the seasons changing. And when that happens, I am a bundle of energy buzzing and bouncing off the walls without the caffeine. Relaxing is hard. I just want to run - I want to paint - I want to be free - I want to inspire - to be inspired - to live and take advantage of all the things that make life great. Where others buckle and fall apart when change occurs, I tend to thrive. I've always been that wa...

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