Red On The Floor
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
Navigating complex emotions of jealousy, ambition, insecurity, joy, fear, peace, anger, happiness, betrayal, contentment, disappointment, love.
I thought about people who hit me. In plural. I experienced enough before adulthood. Yet at 23, when a man I loved hit me, I knew something was wrong.
Are you chasing compliments, dodging insults, fighting defensively? Are you building your identity propped on someone else’s kudo? Compliments are not about your feelings or you, at all.
A poem of delirium when the pain has transcended escape.
There’s a name for my generation. Children of Baby Boomers who arrived some calendar pages too early to be Millenial. Generation X.
Some nights are a turquoise tango, some days are an orange solo.
Why is forgiveness so hard? Because it involves going back to face deeply unpleasant feelings. Does saying sorry guarantee forgiveness?
Does your presence in a space leave scars or interesting stories?
Nobody feels safe right now. Why is it okay for one to weaponise their pain? It’s an unhealthy way to get through the day.
If you are reading this, you are very likely to survive everything that’s going on. My privilege is an epiphany that’s helping me cope.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.