In The Road Less Traveled, M. Scott Peck explains that life isn’t about stagnancy, it’s about evolution. He describes spiritual balance as a commitment to reality, love and the possibility of change.
They say you’re sly. No wonder why you seem like me. You frolick, free…
STOP Commenting on my boobs. STOP Making me feel used. STOP Taking away my hope. STOP Deeming women a joke.
Clouds of insecurity Lie beneath my freckled skin And they linger deep within…
Problems don’t disappear until we reveal them, deal with them, heal from them, by communicating about them, instead of forgetting they exist
As my body adapts from cold to warm, I see it’s true: there’s a light after every storm…
A blurry moon rise
I use to soothe
how I feel
when I’m not sure
life could be real…
I’m slowly melting
I guess I’m to blame
THE ANXIETY ENSUES AS I PLAN FOR MY DAY.
IT HOLDS ME BACK UNTIL I SAY, “NOT TODAY.”
An old home
of the way things used to be
is a drug
my soul craves…
I numb myself
So I can’t see
Inside of me
The epitome of failure: it has to be one of the worst feelings on the planet. It’s when you know you’ve screwed up, when you have to admit it, when there’s nothing else for you to do but surrender, confess your wrongs and learn from your mistakes.
Sensitivity. I’m in the middle of an unrelenting war with this aspect of my personality. Normally, I’m so busy fighting it that it seems counterproductive to publicly analyze its existence. But, I’ve decided to do just that in an attempt to help myself. We’ll see how it goes.