drenched

drenched.

drenched in sweat
in tears
in dreams.

drowning.

drowning in expectations
in worries
in doubt.

losing.

losing myself to empty spaces
to blank stares
to black & white.

too much time, not enough time;
a recipe for insanity.

when will it be enough?
will it ever be enough?

winter

It all begins with the cold.

A breeze a gust of wind a chill that covers her bones with frost
and turns her eyelashes to snowflakes
shivers trickling down her spine, sparking a fire in each neuron
as her vision turns white.

She searches among the twisted thorns of her heart, barren of leaves
and life and so cold, cold as ice
wandering barefoot at night trudging through piles of snow, mountains of it
trying to find shelter in a body that’s frozen in fear as she
flashes back to a warm embrace and counting breaths and feeling like home.

But the cold keeps coming and soon enough she can’t find her own thoughts
her mind disappearing faster than the snowflakes fall, dusting her hair with
glistening specks of pale white nothingness because nothing matters except
her need to feel strong again.

She is chilled to the marrow, covered in armor she forged for herself
out of heartache and darkness and seasons of abuse
and soon she’s numb to everything that ever hurt her
hardening what’s left of her heart to the drudge of living.

She’s not bitter, no. She builds herself up this time,
starting slowly and then fast fast faster until she
no longer relies on the mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, lovers and leavers
who have shaped her and defined her and broken her before.

No. In the winter she molds herself out of avalanches and pines,
out of burning embers and frozen earth and wilderness
wreathing a crown of holly for her hair and adorning herself in velvet
because she deserves it.

She cloaks herself in dignity and reigns over the pain inflicted upon her
annihilating every shred of wrongness until she is whole again,
made new of her own accord.

She is her own alpha and omega. Winter is coming.
And she runs.

disillusioned

We grow up watching
watching Disney movies and
happily-ever-afters

and they don’t tell us

We grow up listening
listening to Taylor Swift and
new beginnings and forever and always

and they don’t tell us

We grow up reading
reading words like stay with me and
true love never dies and soul mates

and they don’t tell us

We grow up with ideas
ideas about warm embraces and
someone to sleep next to when the thunder is loud and the lightning flashes through the cracks in our shutters

and they don’t tell us

We grow up with dreams
dreams of I do and
a happy family and one and only

and still they don’t tell us

We grow up not knowing
not knowing that it’s an illusion
it’s not real it’s fake

We grow up
and they don’t tell us
until it’s too late

They tell us a lie
until we’re so disillusioned with love and
happy endings
that we destroy our chances
of ever finding them.

Quotes for Thought

Wow. October has been a crazy-busy month so far, and it’s not even halfway over yet. I have several events I want to blog about, but haven’t found the time to organize my thoughts/pictures/etc. for them yet. I might compile one giant October post at the end of the month to sum everything up. But today I just want to share a few quotes that have gotten me thinking recently. Hopefully they’ll stimulate some reflection in others, too! Enjoy.

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You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. – Wayne Gretzky

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In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take.

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Courtesy of Grace’s Twitter, @wlsgrace

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I stumbled across all of these images on Twitter or Tumblr!

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