Posts Tagged: anxiety

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Twelve Years

For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Reasoning

To live in simple moderation, to accept what I could have changed to look away at the sight of dysfunction or demise to fall asleep to the distraction of a screen and wake up to the rhythmic habits of my

Freedom from Me

This poem is inspired by Sharon Hodde Miller’s book, Free of Me, this sermon by Rev. David Stephenson from Mclean Presbyterian Church, and my most recent life transition of moving from Arlington to Amissville. – Replace my self centeredness with an awareness

Freedom from Me

This poem is inspired by Sharon Hodde Miller’s book, Free of Me, this sermon by Rev. David Stephenson from Mclean Presbyterian Church, and my most recent life transition of moving from Arlington to Amissville. – Replace my self centeredness with an awareness

First

I’m sharing a love poem from a few years ago. My husband and I are moving out of our first apartment in less than a week and I’ve been going through our things and making sure we aren’t taking anything

First

I’m sharing a love poem from a few years ago. My husband and I are moving out of our first apartment in less than a week and I’ve been going through our things and making sure we aren’t taking anything

The Things You Carried

Inspired by John 19.28-37 – When you go to the cross, will you take my shame? I’m living in leftover layers from my past, consumed by oceans of regret, caught up with what I should and should not have said

The Things You Carried

Inspired by John 19.28-37 – When you go to the cross, will you take my shame? I’m living in leftover layers from my past, consumed by oceans of regret, caught up with what I should and should not have said

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

To Be Yours

It’s a desire to be in more than one place at a time not a fear of missing out, but a fear of time The quickness of it, and the thought of am I doing enough? being enough, loving well

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Another need for freedom

Let my thoughts not be declared by what my eyes see, A thousand images on a scrolling screen Let my insecurities not be birthed from comparison, Like a toxic breath shaking the foundation of my cells I want to think

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

Still Intact

Let my words be large, let them overflow because my Dreams are saturated and enlightened and I need to grab on to something now The man I love told me that my emotions are compulsive but my actions are methodical,

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

When the clouds roll

There are large black crows outside of my window every morning and every evening, I catch a glimpse of them swooping past out of the corner of my eye It is strange outside, humid and muggy the clouds roll over

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

In an Effort To Be Productive

The desire to make new things gnaws at my heart when I am not moving, I try to eliminate the guilt that I feel with distractions, small batches of laundry, and random bouts of cleaning.. so, I stripped my bed

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

The state of being subject

It’s rather interesting, the way that the days go from high to low to nothing really at all And the weather changes, and all of us people talk about it like the temperature owes us some kind of consistency and

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

how long will it take

Oh, how quickly we whine at the faintest resemblance of discomfort when we are inconvenienced or set back How eagerly dissatisfaction sets in our brow when we are told we cannot have What we believe should be ours And how

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

patient stanzas

I’m thinking it shouldn’t be this easy, that you or I should say something wrong that the morning should turn to afternoon, and with the evening conflict will come I’m feeling it shouldn’t be enough, but I’m left wanting more

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

A series of wants

I want to be stronger, to not feel aching and zinging nerves stretching through my neck and hands like sand scratching the bottom of the ocean I want to see my parents everyday, to make my father coffee and read

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

sad stanzas

I was happy, and I just got sad again
hit me like a thunderstorm
Surprised by round, wet, rain drops
puddles rising up and flooding my feet

I’m slipping, or fearful of it
When I feel Joy I end up just waiting
for it to leave
It’s been a few weeks now, a long
month or so, and I’ve have this unshakable contentedness
but when will it loosen its grip?

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Sought Out

My voice rings back, as I say that I am for or against I wonder if my opinion could weigh heavy enough to change another’s mind It seems impossible, to trust that revelation could come with time I told you

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

Not a Draft

My own body had to stop me, time has been moving too quickly hours feel like minutes, and before I know it they are gone You are gone now And it’s odd now Stepping through reality like a daydream, there’s

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

A love poem

love and admiration are two very different things, their coexistence is not rare but it is distinct. I admire the way you allow your father to speak to you, even when each word strikes a nerve and resembles the early

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

the practicality of living during sadness, in the mundane

On the days that you can, Do Not Lose Yourself In The Mundane On the days that you can’t, still wake up, fix your bed make yourself breakfast, toast and eggs open the windows even if it’s hot, especially when

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Look Back

never thought it was a good idea to Look Back I’ve always known not to do it, I learned this when I was twelve and the outside was getting soaked and I knew it then that this place was not

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Drenched Again

There are remnants of you in everything I do like moisture in a bathtub dried up only to get drenched again and you, there are small cracks in my mind and you pry at them until they become gaping, welcoming

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

Sick Of’s

  I’ve gotten in the terrible habit of Determining my self-worth depending on the collection of feelings from that day It turns into a stampede of pleas of ‘I’m Tired’s and ‘I am Sick Of’s I’m tired and sick of myself,

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

In the light

I am often entirely caught up in the present anticipation of the next moment, signaling my emotions, intentionally letting my heart get a head start on what is to come this idea of preparation started the second I realized my

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

centuries-old

oh my, my head is spinning in circles my sanity splitting at the seams how is it that I am caught off guard by horror stories from centuries Ago, I am still in shock by the state of this world

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

Held Together

Things got all twisted up all of the sudden, you see there is so much pressure impending upon the New Year It’s like I had everything straight one second, two strings next to each other, pulled tight at an angle

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

joy is not distraction

joy is not immersing yourself in distraction it is being devoted to what is happening right at that moment letting your insides be swallowed up by your surroundings keeping your eyes fixed on the goodness that doesn’t always prevail in

american dream

out six dollars and in with the nurture of a bad habit and a set back out a conversation and in with the appropriate regret of too many words, too many things said but it sure is great how I

american dream

out six dollars and in with the nurture of a bad habit and a set back out a conversation and in with the appropriate regret of too many words, too many things said but it sure is great how I

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

child

in the face of a child i find myself helpless confronted by innocence, and she shows me how tainted i have let me life become tainted by selfishness and anxiety by heartbreak and relationship, i find myself complex and irritated

fail me, nor falter

see, it all began when I was young when I first realized that this world was much bigger than I was and from then on the idea progresses into a short story, a novel, a trilogy, never ending. I’ve realized

fail me, nor falter

see, it all began when I was young when I first realized that this world was much bigger than I was and from then on the idea progresses into a short story, a novel, a trilogy, never ending. I’ve realized