I’m done hiding. My anxiety will no longer preclude me from being me. Both sides of my Gemini twins are cheering for me to break free! Instead of smoke and mirrors, I will find my voice, show my beauty and my warts.
Believe it when I say my other half has always known what kinds of things I write, recently I asked if he’s interested in reading it, to which he replied, “No thanks, I have to hear you enough.”
Self-esteem shot so many times lately, I might as well come here and pretend to not talk to myself. I need a way to expell my hopelessly inappropriate thoughts.
Which are you fight or flight? Sometimes, like tonight, when Ineed to fly away, I’m kinda glad my legs don’t work, I don’t run, no, I go to bed. Hopelessly Inappropriate my proclivity persists, and I escape with you for a bit.
Colorado had tons opportunity for me to participate in adaptive sports while I lived in Littleton. I rock climbed mountains, I hand-cycled hills and valleys, kayaked ponds, and sailed a sailboat. I wrote this poem as I learned to sail around 2016 (the last time I tried to run away, in love with the dream that love should include passion, dying to make a connection).
Re-Wind Me, My Captain
Flying your vessel
With a siren’s wail,
I am the only way
To steer my course,
For you, my Captain
Leapt for the sea
Leeward without me.
I know nothing, alone
In the no-go zone…
But re-wind me
With a bellow, Captain,
I’ll come back to you
About the next puff,
For with you I’d sail
Every sunset of time
Even in waters rough.
In music league the challenge this round was to find a song about getting away by some mode of transportation (planes, trains, automobiles or other ways to get out of Dodge;) This is what I went with, a I mean it, lol!!!
Come Sail Away With Me!
Thanks for listening! Wishing you hopeful thoughts:)
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