Ahhh! It’s so terrifying to post this on the internet. But it is the truth.
I am writing a book!
This all came about because, as many of you know, for two years I wrote a 108 poems in the fall to raise money for the Young Adult Program at Yasodhara Ashram, which means I have over 200 poems written on all different kinds of topics.
poetry
distills
my thoughts
I want to find the truth.
feeling connected
feeling relaxed
at home
and held
you are a part
of my family.
is equivalent
with beauty
are my breasts beautiful?
i want to be held
i don’t want to be fucked
what is my worth?
distraction
from the present
happiness
sadness
urgency
information
I change the world
one post at a time.
I avoid it at all costs
taking the long way
to school
taking the long way
to a joyful life
until I can’t avoid it anymore.
turn
face
open
to pain.
I feel like an elephant is sitting
on my chest.
I can’t breathe
but I can cry.
I relax
and think that it might be possible that everything will be okay.
I can feel
stress
entering my body
jaw tight
I am angry at the world
I bite my tongue.
I speak out.
my jaw loosens.
vibrant
joyous
orange
my life opens
to playfulness and ease
why can’t I laugh anymore?
I have won
the battle
with my mind.
I am awarded
a new
heart.
