CUSTODY – A Spoken Word Piece
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
Each time I perform this, men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle.
Men tell me, “You really understand how a guy feels.” I still feel wrecked by my custody battle. Read ‘CUSTODY‘ here.
This was one of the few classic poem style pieces that I actually wrote for stage. I wanted to explore the juxtaposition between the tangible and the emotional. And where better to do that than on stage, with my own body trying to emote things my mind created?
Why does heartbreak decimate self esteem? Where does shame sit in this pain? Can we heal from it instead of escaping its lessons?
Your body language speaks your name. I have only my words. I’m a bundle of all things that hide inside “I’m okay.”
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.
Most of us are entrapped in boundaries set by other people that have become prisons. Boundaries are only good when you set them yourself.
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
I have been a fan of the romcom since it became possible for me to choose what to watch. Now, I find myself wincing during rewatches.
Breakups need to be grieved. Grieving is messy and the path to healing isn’t straight. But if you have the space & support, it happens.