How to Steal a Voice

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Step on it until it collapses in on itself
Choke away all of its oxygen
Ignore it
Dismiss it
Gaslight it
React hostilely to its sound
Force its words to drown beneath sobs
Scream over it
Belittle it
Steal its truth away
Repeat until it fails to rise anymore
Until it is replaced by clenched teeth and fists
Held back by tight and bitten lips
Repeat until it forgets its own sound

-gws

Big Feelings

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My feelings are big
They feel bigger than me
They feel taller and broader
Than the tallest tall tree

A hand on my belly
I count, "One, two, three..."
And breathe in as deep
As the shining blue sea

Repeat this again
As much as I need
Until those big feelings
They start to recede

Last, wrap my arms tight
And give Self a hug
Say, "You're doing alright."
"You just needed self-love"

-gws

The Reason I Avoided That Place

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I didn't need to have a reason
But I did
The reason I avoided that place
Was you
Was me
Was us
You see
That was the place you decided that
Us ceased to be
That was the place where
I returned to being just me
The place where your voice
Was replaced by the sound of slowly cracking glass
As my heart shattered in my chest
Your eyes pitied me
While your lips spilled more
Shattered glass to fill my roaring ears
I forgot how to breathe
And my now shattered heart forgot how to beat
And your eyes pleaded with me
Because you were already gone
You had dismantled us
Placed the pieces into a shoebox
And buried me alive in a shallow grave
I love you-s replaced by
I'm sorry-s
Those brown eyes indeed sorrowful
As my soul was felled by a thousand surgical cuts
Sundering two halves into two less-than wholes
I just wanted you to stop talking
To stop looking at me that way
To stop tearing down my world
Then you left
And I stayed
I didn't need to have a reason to avoid that place
But I did

-gws

Shiny People

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Shiny people are full of charisma
And trouble
Artists and musicians
Poets and dreamers
Hawkers and cons
All dreams and lack of substance
Spending time with them
Submerges us deep within their intoxicating fog of personality
Their attention like sweet, cold water on a hot day
Being in their orbit is so all-encompassing 
That it's easy to forget how destructive their gravity is
Leaving us burning bright and high
Then burnt out and freefalling to fiery impact in the blink of an eye
We think they take the oxygen with them when they leave the room
And we willing hold our breath for the look, the smile, the touch
That leads to madness
As we crave the drug made flesh
That is shiny people

-gws

Because My Mama Loves Me

Inspired by the below Facebook Post

Because my mama loves me no matter how far away we are, or how frequently we talk  
Because my mama loves me no matter how old I get, or how many babies I’ve had
Because my mama loves me no matter how capable or incapable I perceive myself to be
Because my mama loves me no matter how broke I am or successful I become
Because my mama loves me no matter how little or how much I love myself
Because my mama loves me..."more, most, to the moon and back, and to infinity and beyond"
Because my mama will always love her baby girl like the day she learned she carried my spark, and will beyond when our sparks rejoin the stars

Because I love my mama I will treat every check in like a hug
Because I love my mama I will treat every worry like a kiss
Because I love my mama I will treat every conversation as a gift
Because I love my mama I will treat every gift as a treasure
Because I love my mama I will not take any second of her love for me for granted
Because I will always love my mama I will love her like the day my spark took root inside of her, and will beyond when our sparks rejoin the stars

-gws

Ecstasy

(A palinode to Grief)
Ecstasy illuminates 
It amplifies joy
Making time feel inconsequential
Grounding me deep in the moment
Called by the here and now
Allowing full presence in the experience of it
Ecstasy demands we be seated in our bodies
To experience pleasure
And laughter
And belonging as part of the great tapestry of living
Our senses acute and engaged
Begging we greedily partake
In the gifts that life offers
Richly
Vividly
Intricately
With all of our senses
Inciting never ending curiosity
And a desire for the bliss of it to never end

-gws

I Might Have Been

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In another life I might have been
A pirate queen
A courtesan
A poison-wielding spy
A teacher's pet
A protégé
The apple of your eye
A doe-eyed starlet
A beatnik poet
A comic, humor wry
An astronaut
A swimming star
A mime who would not cry
And yet I have this life to live
One shot for this go 'round
For all the mes that might have been
I like the me I found

-gws