Sympathetic Losses & The Empathy Monster
I have poems by old lovers,
not about me
not the loves,
not the poetry.
I have poems by old lovers,
not about me
not the loves,
not the poetry.
August, Leo month, brought me back to life, piecing together from debris, things I’ve never owned.
When you go long enough turning scars into art, you start thinking of wounds as poetry. And the cacophony of imaginary voices, as the orchestra of your soul. You seek out people who call you beautiful when you bleed. People who willing aid you in that process, a little too…
I hope you find lessons in your reflection and I hope these lessons come to you easy.
I find myself deeply wounded by thoughtlessness. I have learnt to discern when people’s actions & words stem from malice (deliberate intent to harm). But unintentionally caused hurt is painful too. I’ve reacted with anger & met reactions of shrugging off responsibility. Neither reaction has respect or empathy. Blame games…
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.
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them. See, life has become an unpredictable horizon strewn with landmines called memories. An accidental sighting and unfortunate coincidences. We’re so connected, we’re entrenched seamless and a chance encounter, becomes an obituary. Memory, that unreliable narrator…
I crossed a birthday last month. Joy is getting harder and harder to know.
Walk bravely into the nightEveryone walks easy in bright sunlight Run, run faster than your thoughtsBeing a fool is the only way to overcome intelligenceAnd prideAnd all else that stops you from moving Because in your journey,your ungraceful stumbleAnd your undignified flightIn your crazy altitudes and gasping dives In all…