Jayne.Press ·2 days ago
Dignity is to dream without ceasing
She wiggles her toes
and reaches toward the heavens it’s not so far, she heard in a song the heavens, that is. It is much closer than we think. At least that’s what they tell us.
is it hope that I cling to
while I wrestle with his faith faith in me faith in God — faith a silent thing that pulses with confirmation when you let it come
Is it dignity to release hope?
Is it dignity to release faith?
No, a stern no.
It is dignity to clutch on
even when there is so much left to lose. Saschia Johnson
She pokes and prods
Yells and screams
She wants sex
She wants to feel sexy
And dinner out
And he worked
he worked his ass off
But she wants wants wants
And the kids are hungry
And work is calling while they sit at the dinner table
Chicken and salad…. again
He’s glad he got fast food
But now she’s hurt and mad and sad
And needs attention
But he’s tired and she understands
So she cries in the bedroom with the baby
because she knows she’s too much
She wants to be more
To cook better
To look better with her hair and nails done
She nods off
baby on lap
Daughter in bed
Mom in chair
Dad somewhere she hopes is comfortable enough for him to get rest
So maybe just maybe tomorrow
he’ll finally have the energy to put up with her
Maybe he’ll even bring flowers
I finally feel the energy I’ve craved
I feel this tingle in my toes
Ready to go go go
I want to reach goals
I want to give hope
I feel my strength returning
It gives me the courage to lose
I’ve burned my backpack full of grief
And pushed life out of me
I am alive
I am free
I am healthy
I am determined to finish building the life I dreamed of.
The time has come to discuss purpose
Do we all have one when we’re born?
Do we create one?
“The mystery of human existence lies not in just staying alive, but in finding something to live for.” ―Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I am going to say the first thing we should do in life is figure out who we are and with that comes our purpose.
Finding purpose is just coming to accept who you are.
And that is when you find the thing that worth living for.
Of course I’m not stuck
I’ve options pouring out of my ears
I have so many options
I can’t see straight
So I’m gunna start filing through them
One by one
Day by day
And you’ll see it
You’ll see that everything
We worked hard for
Will finally come back
with more than
you could have imagined
She is a combination of everything she’s always wanted to be. She left limits for roadways and labels for truffles. She embodies a collection of all the mothers who raised her and all the fathers who tried their best. She’s a voice in the wilderness and a high tide. The storm is nestled in her spine and spring between her thighs. You have got to have spirit in order to speak all of her languages or else you’ll drown.
I pray the heavens above and the pits of hell below come together to teach you how to respect women that won’t include harm to your own children. I pray every woman who finds you learns to respect themselves while they are with you leaving you alone to deal with your own disrespect until they put you in the grave. Or until you learn to respect women entirely
Let it be written let it be done 🤲
Hope finds me
Like a lurking child
fingers wiggle under the door crack
Shards of light break through
Hope finds me
A glimmer of sunlight
Reflecting off a droplet of dew
It makes home in my heart
Whether I like it it not
I crossed the threshold.
It took some time.
I paced the door
looked in the key hole
I even tested the handle
then finally, I crossed the threshold
only to find another hall
full of a hundred more wonky doors
This is a nice hall
I hall worth resting in
I’ll test some more doors tomorrow
Seasons of solitude Or Seasons of hell