Pen 
God knows I am not a blank slate. I have personality and design. I have history and opinions. I have a calling and function. I am open to editing, but not bending of design. This very moment I became aware that in my life exist iron-willed individuals who unwittingly grafitti on my identity. It doesn’t matter that they do so unknowingly, perhaps also by design. The net result is the …
As I Sit Here At 3:21 AM, I Write With A Dose Of Wisdom Mixed With Hypocrisy Sometimes a bit of rest is all you need. Rest is more than sitting down. It is also found in the right kind of exertion. Rest means ceasing to engage with things that steal your energy, clutter your thoughts, or scream for attention. In ancient Hebrew, one word for rest (nuach) also means to abandon, to …
— A Poem About Retaining Oneself —
“We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.” ― Anais Nin
Your strength is in your delicacy. You are delicate like a flower. I hold you up through every storm because you are delicate. I love your beauty, your softness, your texture and scent. I love your intimate heart, your fragile thoughts, your tenderness. I love your slender petals, your spring-fresh stem. I value and treasure your wisps–your lines–your flair and style–your spunk. You continue to be delicately amazing in your …
Crushed /kruSHt/ – 1. deformed, pulverized, or forced inwards by compression. 2. feeling overwhelmingly disappointed or embarrassed I am being crushed bit by bit, not by world situations, pandemics, political pressures, or financial worries, but by the weight of all the lives I’m not living. Assumptions stir faith. I am assumed I’d be farther along on the journey of being me. I feel stifled by responsibilities and by the things I’ve …