poems – PhD in Being Me

At the end

At the end – a poem At the end I am emptied out I am numb I am a shell of myself Is this bad? Is this the true end? Or is this the end of who I used to be? Of how I used to relate to the world? All of this death, theseContinue reading “At the end”

Shedding more than just my skin

Today, I feel like I am a snake who is getting ready to shed my skin. Except that I I don’t want to just shed my skin, I want to shed more. I want to shed my old, victim like ways. I want to shed this safe resting place that I have taken shelter andContinue reading “Shedding more than just my skin”