I'm a NorCal mom working tech, raising young children, navigating marriage and divorce, life, work, and the emotions around it all. This blog grew out of my IG account where I share poetry, prose, and other posts that I hope speak to the soul. This blog primarily features my poetic musings and other writing. I hope you find something that speaks to you while you're here.
I want a closet full of ball gowns that I wear to the grocery store
I want a shelf full of outlandish hats that I wear to walk the dog
I want a drawer full of adorable fandom socks that I wear with bedazzled sneakers
I want a collection of cloaks, coats, and sweaters handmade from mismatched scraps of fabric and yarn that create random, joyous patterns
I want to dance on curbs and twirl in open spaces
I want to speak random bits of spontaneous verse in the park
I want to compliment the charismatic child and the quietest person at the party so they know they are seen
I want to be the joyous crone who says sage things and knows that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously
I want to be unequivocally, undeniably me
-gws
He washed up on my shores
Broken and ravaged
I offered water and bread
I offered a place at my fire
He attended with gratitude
And we became friends
But the dark water festered
Shadowing his eyes
Corrupting his heart
And no love or attendance from me could cure him
He had to cure himself
I tended the fire and fed his body
And held vigil while he fought for his soul
-gws
The hollow place where rot lives
Where necrotic tissue festers
Feverish and pestilent
Slowly poisoning the soul
Infecting every thought
Corrupting hope
Deforming relationships into twisted nightmares
That only you can see through its distorted lens
Leaving you rabid and snarling
Snapping at everyone who gets too close
Rageful and destructive
Prompting you to strike out in all directions
But you're only immolating yourself
-gws
The baker and the bee
Sat beneath the honey tree
Sharing a cup of mint tea
The breeze filled with wild herbs and
Blossom smells, and the songs of birds
As the two shared friendly words
“Isn’t this lovely?” said the bee
The baker was quick to agree
“It is truly lovely, indeed.”
- gws
I am a work in progress
I may be broken, and I can be mended
I may be grieving, and I can feel joy
I may be frightened, and I can be brave
I am a radiant light carried by a vessel made of water and earth
Though I make mistakes, I learn
Though I resent, I release
Though I judge, I reflect
I am moldable, flexible, evolutionary
In my capability to navigate change
The me of yesterday informs the me of today
And the me of today lays the ground for the me of tomorrow
Grateful each day is a blank page
Awaiting the narrative of my own creation
Limited only by my own imagination
-gws
My body does not behave like yours
It does not look like yours
React like yours
Respond like yours
Hurt or heal like yours
It tolerates heat, touch, illness, medication differently than yours
This body is not yours
It is mine
It is my home
My vessel
My temple
It is my conveyance through this life
It is the only thing that is one hundred percent mine
And no pen or opinion of another being
Has a right to intervene in my agency over it
-gws
Goodbye skins
A purchase that should have never been
An excuse to see her
Spend time with her
A toy to placate her
How I hated those drums
With their telltale heart rhythm
Tapping quietly in the corner
You will not be missed
-gws
Your tiny face nestled against my skin
The alchemy of a soul newly ushered into the world
You made me a mom
You transfigured me
Transformed me into a new entity
Birthed me into a new identity
A newly purposed being
A mother
Your mother
Chosen by you to be the gateway to what and who you will become
What sacredness exists in being the vessel that transmutes the energy of a soul into flesh
I promise I will do my best
And I ask that you are patient with me in those times I am not my best
We will learn and grow together
Hand and hand
Heart and heart
-gws
I will be brave in the face of my fears
For scarier than failure is regret
I am no more guaranteed to fail than I am to succeed
It is the journey that will forge and shape my next self
And it is in knowing the result
Whatever it may be
That will allow me to travel from this life
With a smile upon my lips
And satisfaction in my heart
Because I was brave enough to try
-gws
