Poetry – Page 4 – PhD in Being Me

Some things take time – my first poetry book and a new poem

I have been writing poetry for several years now. Writing has helped and guided me through periods of massive personal growth. It has also helped me learn to connect with myself and learn to become an expert in taking care of myself. I kept my writing in a drawer for quite awhile. When I slowlyContinue reading “Some things take time – my first poetry book and a new poem”

Victimhood

Victimhood – a poem Hello victimized one Hello to the one who feels like a perpetual victim Hello to the one who is waiting to be a victim Hello to the one who can no longer discern between a threat and a strong personality Hello to the one who senses that there are additional boundariesContinue reading “Victimhood”

Incubation

Have you ever wondered what self-love even means? Or what it is to self-reflect? I know those questions very well, and my answers to them come through writing and being honest vulnerable with myself. It is my hope that in sharing this new poem that it inspires you to connect more deeply with the awesomenessContinue reading “Incubation”

Disappointment

Disappointment – a poem Note from me: I wrote this poem a few months ago and I’d been wondering where I saved it! Well, I found it this morning, and lo and behold, it has a similar feel to the one I published yesterday about Rage. I can feel how much easier it is forContinue reading “Disappointment”

RAGE

RAGE – a poem Rage. It burns under my skin. It fills up my throat and threatens to erupt in screams. Rage. It wants me to yell, scream, swear and throw things. Rage. It makes me feel powerful enough that I can breathe flames and roar so the whole world can hear me. Rage. ItContinue reading “RAGE”

Trusting myself

Sometimes I wonder how I got to be 42 and I’m only now deepening my trust in myself. Other times, I understand exactly how I am at this place. The most important point I’d like to make is that it is a huge accomplishment and blessing that I now trust myself. After a lifetime ofContinue reading “Trusting myself”

Where does my power go?

I am like a thief, carrying around a burgled bag of jewels, only I’m carrying around my power and I’m always scared of being caught holding it. Why would I be scared of owning and holding my power? Isn’t it mine? Doesn’t it belong to me? Despite the fact that I am carrying it around,Continue reading “Where does my power go?”