would that death
were a planned event no loose ends affairs put in order duties transferred things wrapped up much like jobs you depart an escape from this world that created no hardships for those left behind people prepared to face your demise suffering only a delicate melancholy rather than a devastating loss pulling them under
an easy, loving goodbye
no pain to speak of and feeling all right when our current reality abruptly stops for us and them the finale foretold gracefully accepted
watch how i do things understand my processes my emotional movements when you know them you know me
find my compliance buttons enjoy and revel in them watch me emerge to take a leap of faith again
when you try
to live in my world in the way i need a bold, loud statement resonates inside telling me you hear me you’ve chosen to honor my being
if only human babies
came into this world
or that they had a deepunderstanding of themselves
seeing only a healthy, positive self-image
possessing a tremendous amount of self-respect
right from the beginning
it would be helpful
for them to know how
to enjoy their own company
able to forgive themselves as necessary
when to say no
and mean it
respecting their boundaries
to be proud of themselves
and their achievements
that it was ok to accept applause
and to pursue their dreams
to understand that challenges
are a part of growth
that they possessed the strength of character
to know what was best
if only they knew all these things at birth…
less damage would be done as they aged
as they felt the cruelty and destructiveness
of the older generations
or the indiscriminate hazards of life
if only their first love would be themselves…
if only we would teach them they are worthy of that love…
Inspired by BrewNSpew – Word of the Week – Sanity
of me, of you, of all
Life sucks, sometimes.
Get used to it. Seriously.
You want a good outlook?
Accept that life sucks, sometimes.
I dive deep to know who I am.
It’s a loyal act of self-discovery and acceptance.
It’s never a bad thing.
I embrace who I am, sexually or otherwise.
I have a good opinion of myself! I’m ok with me.
Being wanton is the opposite of humility,
just another word for immodesty.
Seems it truly is a good description of me.