Permission

Sometimes you get so caught up,
So busy,
That you forget to breathe.
Go,
Go,
Go.


No time to be emotional because that wastes time right?
Go,
Go,
Go!
You don't want to slow down,
It's off limits,
The game is on,
Keep your head in it.




We forget to just let ourselves feel,
Deal with our emotions and heal from hurt.
Give yourself permission to let go sometimes,
Make time for taking breaks,
Relaxing.
Learn how to unwind,
Find time to enjoy the small things.


You're allowed to accept the fact that you're not superhuman and you never will be,
It doesn't make you less than,
Give yourself permission to do that. 

A Homecooked Meal

You’re constantly on the go,
You want to cook but do you have time for it?
No!
You miss that feeling,
Your taste buds need healing,
What are you feeding yourself?
You’re out here taking on the world and feeling yourself but are you taking care of yourself?

You long for something real.
Your mouth is watering just thinking about the taste of a homecooked meal,
The moments that no one can steal from you,
The moments you think about when life is putting you through it………………
Some of life’s greatest gifts,
The things that lift you up when you’re feeling down.
The sound of the stove,
Running water when your washing your fruits and vegetables,
The aroma from the oven,
The heat from the plate,
The smile on your face before you say grace and dig in,
A win.
No one can steal those moments from you.

You long to turn everything off and just have that kitchen to run to the things that remind you of your humanity when you feel like a machine.
Man I’m hungry,
My mouth is watering.
Can Thanksgiving get here already?
Gosh the poetry is escaping me,
This is getting bleak but man oh man this mouth of mine is watering.

OK.

Up and down,
Round and round.
You long for the sound of the oven beep,
You dread cleaning up the kitchen before you go to sleep.
You just want to watch a lot of movies and TV.
You long for a home cooked meal and the moments that no one can steal from you.

Here, There, and Everywhere PT.1

Sometimes it feels like I have to be everywhere.
I’m here and then I’m there and then I’m here and then I’m here and then I’m there………………………………………..
I want to be here but I have to go there and the confusion is making my mind unclear.
In this society, being moody is not groovy
And maybe I should never use the word groovy again because it is not the seventies
But anyway……………….
This is my struggle everyday.
I’m being pulled in so many directions.
I look in the mirror and see a worn out reflection.
I’m tired.
I have to be here, there, and everywhere.
I can be somewhere and be present physically but absent mentally,
That gets to me………
Am I pushing myself too hard?
What do I want?
Who am I trying to be?
Who am I trying to please?
What do I want for me?
I’m too busy, no downtime to just………………..to just…………….breathe
Sometimes it hinders me but I don’t want to be lazy.
I have to do something.
Life is demanding.
Every five minutes, my phone vibrates or rings
And I know I should love these things but sometimes they get on my nerves.
Relaxation? What is that?
No really, I don’t know what that is. What does it mean to me? I don’t know what that means…………….
I mean I’m trying to but when I try to something comes up and I run out of luck.