Too much turkey
Giving thanks Going shopping immediately after Because apparently we don't have enough. It is a soft irony We are creatures of humor, often incidentally But remember There are those who have been stepped on So that we privileged get to be grateful for our overabundance.
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There are days when the face I see in the mirror does not belong to me
Instead - it is the face of girl who is fifteen, or twelve or sometimes twenty. And she is so unsure, so scared of her progress that she forgets who she's become I think they call that regression. To see what those that love me see would be wonderful. I feel no connection to that woman She's puzzling, she's lived through a lot at only twenty-three Certainly, she is passionate, and perhaps, too needy. And she really would like to love herself. Depression tears you away from yourself
As its hands pull you deeper into the water the sea of 'used to be's' and 'what if's' Suddenly the progress you've made no longer matters because you are still struggling to float No closer to learning how to swim independently But we are allowed to climb out of the damn pool. That's what the stairs are for Every single fear is grounded in an experience
It has significance But we shy away from sharing Sweep our trauma under the rug For what? The sake of acting normal? Fuck that We all have the right to feel our pain As deep as it goes Down to our bones Healing takes time Let it take time We idolize it
We crave it We complain how much we need it Doing it when we aren't supposed to feels amazing But when night falls and it would make sense to rest All of the sudden, we are restless 'Who would want to sleep?' We ask. When there is so much to do, so many tasks? Humans are prisoners of their own schedules We don't allow any room for common sense But please, I beg myself, when it's time Lie your head on the pillow Go to bed I have always wanted to be older
If you have years you have wisdom And experience is the best teacher Even when it makes you numb I have always wanted to be older But we forget those who are young Who have already seen too much When they were supposed to be running around having fun I have always wanted to be older Those kids - we call them old souls And age aside, they have lived so deeply They deserve to be heard, not to be forced into the role Of someone who knows nothing Simply because of their age I have always wanted to be older When does that change? It is a lot simpler to smile in summer
we asssociate joy with warmth Sunlight with adventures and the season with falling in love With so many better things to come But the days shorten And the only things coming seem to be sneezes and cold weather But we get longer nights with the moon Remember We get sweaters and cozying up by the fire With hot chocolate during the holidays And summer will come again soon I've spent my whole life looking for my reflection in other people
I don't share my mother's eyes - I don't have my father's jawline My hair is too dark and nobody can explain my nose I felt out of place and sometimes I still do Because as much as it doesn't matter what you look like I wish I looked like you I'd like to know where I got my features but I'm starting to realize Mom, thank you for my smile and Dad, thank you for my humor You gave me more than I can see and for that, I'm forever grateful My favorite thing about disaster movies
is the myth that in times of trial humans distrust and disband When, in fact, the opposite is true I've never seen more arms link than during a tragedy - after a loss We reach out our hands More willing than ever to help We hate to admit it, but we need each other At the end of the day We would rather stand together than fall down apart I don't know how to be kind to myself
I think I am learning But then my mind screams at the smallest mistakes I want to be good to other people But what about being good to me? Why can't I let myself matter? Why can't I be a priority? |