Sea of Strangers

I have learned anything this year, it’s that I won’t ever be ready for what life throws at me. I will never be adequately prepared.

Please take your time

and take it slowly;

as all you do

will run its course.

And nothing else

can take what only—

was always meant

as solely yours.

Where It Hurts
There are days when the melancholy settles on you like a sudden change in weather. The kind of sadness that is intangible. Like the presence of an ache where you can’t pinpoint exactly where it hurts, you just know it does

My Life

I will celebrate this life of mine, with or without you. The moon does not need the sun to tell her she is already whole.

It’s possible to move on from someone even if your heart refuses to let go. And it’s not something you need to consciously do. It will just happen gradually, over time. The ache will always be there, but the intensity will fade, and you’ll find other beautiful things to fill your days with

Strength
Don’t let them tell you that your pain should be confined to the past, that it bears no relevance to the present. Your pain is part of who you are.
They don’t know how strong that makes you.
Writing

Your life spent sailing
to my shores.

Men don’t compare us

with other women.

They compare us

to an ideal.

My father was a house,

my mother was a home.

If I have learned anything this year, it’s that I won’t ever be ready for what life throws at me. I will never be adequately prepared. I won’t have the right words when it counts for something. I won’t know the right answer when fate itself is staring me down.