Bad poetry.

Write bad poetry,
go ahead.

Make a ritual out of it.

Write bad poetry
til it calls you home,
until it feels like home, again.

Go on and write it.
Say what you need to say.
Add flair.
Add whimsy.

Just write.

Get it out.
Let it out.

Come home to yourself.

You don’t need permission
to write bad poetry.

As long as you write,
write bad poetry.

Everybody leaves.

After all the years and through all the seasons,
I trusted in you.

Through stormy weather and broken hearts,
Midnight conversations and miles,
Laughter from the driver’s seat,
You made promises.

Now your words are broken,
Friendships shattered,
Lost in the deafening radio silence.

Soft.

I’ve stopped apologizing for all my soft. The most sensitive parts of me. The depth in my eyes. The warmth of my smile.

It’s ok to feel and to show it. It’s ok to give and get nothing in return.

It’s ok to hurt, and it’s ok to show it.

Vulnerability is a beautiful thing.

Pain is necessary for growth.

Take root in all that you are.