Weekly Poetry Drop
The Path, Postpartum, Invite Me In, Feral, Digging a Grave
The Path trust the path you walk even when the shadows grow teeth and the dark presses in though you may grow weary or think of turning back continue on your path and one day when you reach that highest peak you’ll see your thread woven with intent from the beginning within a great tapestry and behold the spectacular entirety of this glorious life Postpartum moments bursting with joy swallowed by feelings of utter desolation a love that knows no bounds brokenness followed by a remaking unreached peaks of elation and hollow depths of sorrow losing a part of yourself while finding another unable to be separated yet desiring a break never being alone but feeling lonely anxious fluttering thoughts complete devotion lending to endless exhaustion trying to cherish the time as it drips day by day only to find years gone in a single blink Invite Me In invite me into the tempest in your heart for one person was never meant to carry the weight of the world trapped in their rib cage share your burdens, and together, we can find a way to bear these heavy things for though the universe is vast, you are not alone Feral at the playground a man approaches he points a finger at my daughter she’s absolutely feral I smile a sharp toothed grin my jaw unhinges to swallow him whole Digging a Grave I’m digging a grave for all my negative thoughts. The ones that gnaw at my bones, inhabit the dark crevices in my mind, and squeeze my lungs so that I cannot draw breath. I’ll wrench them from myself. Carving them out if I must. I’ll throw them down into that grave. Cover them with dirt. I’ll continue to tend that site, pulling the weeds that worm through the soil of my thoughts, telling me I’ll never be enough.