Self-Acceptance
She Said
I'm big she said
my hair is sometimes flat
I like to be comfortable
in easy slip-on shoes
and I laugh
Oh how I laugh
Loud and deep
Like the waves hitting the beach
I'm no tiny thing
I'm big and you'll see me she said
You'll hear me
You'll listen
When I move, when I walk
my body sways
I've got curves and cleavage
like no other
I can be glamorous
I can be trendy
But I'm so much more
than the package you see
than the clothes I wear
than my hairstyle
I'm a soul she said
compassion
understanding
Love
I can be inspiring
My emotions number
like stars in the sky
I'm unique
my thoughts
my experiences
I'm big and joyous
I love being me!
I Remember You
by Chris Patterson
How could I have kept you as you were?
Confident in magic and
Content with yourself.
Could I have stayed the curtain
from being pulled back?
(Pay no attention to the man...)
Turning confidence into contempt.
What vision could have kept you
from seeing your image reflected
in other people's eyes?
Allowing contentment to give
way to consternation.
Could I find you now, castaway
on an island of innocence,
residing deep in the
forest of experience?
Do you take shelter in the hovel of
assurance you were born in?
Or will I meet you on the well
worn path?
No longer distracted
by the birds and the bees,
will I recognize you,
my self acceptance?
Message In Mind
Things go well.
I can't imagine crying
although often
late before the light goes out
I lie staring at the ceiling
from a sudden underwater.
Cat curls, dog barks
more than silence outside.
But, things go.
Well.
Plateau
What have I reached?
This new level of contentment
that keeps me from the edge.
I have found within me
Again the strength to fashion
bricks of clay and straw and
inner beauty,
Rebuilding and building
against the future;
Dam you.
Dam everything.
The Night I Fell Down
by Sam Harris
Into the mirror, into the shadow,
forever searching for my soul.
Faceless,
My features forever gone,
Abandoned to find that inner calm.
Falling....
Falling....
I can barely hear them calling,
On the phone or in a dream
I can't remember anything.
Then They came on rivers of glass,
Seeping slowly through my past.
Raping, ripping scars anew,
a gaping hole where confidence grew.
Lying naked and broken
at the bottom of my heart,
The fruit of my purpose
Torn apart.
Descent so fast
Ascent too hard to start.
Raindrops Between
by Brian Desmond Morris
Those fleeting crystal shards of cloud
fill the evening air with falling.
Hesitation.
They cling to edges everywhere
–from leaf-tips to drainpipes.
The first and final inhalation
is taken within their entire being
(as a breath should be taken.)
-A breath of borrowed light: rays and particles
condensed and consumed by these temporal transparencies,
as though all that is light becomes them,
and in the briefness of a living moment,
-caught between two collectives:
clouds and curbside rivers,
facing the reality of their own natural descent,
they exist in an instance
according to their own individual resplendence.
-For what reason, there is no time to ask.
Since, soon they are fallen,
and returned to the omnium-gatherum
that pervades all sides of decipherable existence,
like the abysmal blankness throughout
the current page.