On Carpenter Bees

Isn't it funny how carpenter bees think themselves no less dainty than honey bees?
They faithfully believe the flower will support them even when the stem bends toward the ground.
They aren't exactly wrong.

-gws

I Loved Myself Plenty

I loved myself plenty
I spent so much energy on him
there was none left for me
But the echos of my knowing
The spark that was always the heart of who I am
Could not be extinguished 
No matter how hard he tried
And he raged against
My defiance to submission and subjugation
And when I could endure no more
I was done
I breathed my flame back to life
And I am once again its keeper
Ensuring it is fed and protected in any storm
I will not be dimmed or diminished again

Done

“I am done,” is the quietest, most power-filled sentence in a woman’s lexicon.

-gws

Friendship Garden

I am lucky to have cultivated a lush garden of beautiful, meaningful friendships throughout my life.  I am luckier, still, to be planted in the deep soil of my friends’ gardens where they shower me in love, and light, and their amazing company.  To exist in a well tended garden cultivates a gratitude so profound it can only erupt from me in joyful colors painted with hugs, laughter, and happy tears like sacred rain upon parched earth.

- gws

A Tuesday Morning

Listening to a physicist waxing poetic 
In a live stream about theoretical physics, quantum mechanics, 
Philosophy, US politics, Mandela Effects, and more
As he stands in front of the Large Hadron Collider
While I drink a perfect cup of coffee and start my Tuesday
My soul and my brain are extraordinarily happy

-gws

My Story To Tell

Speaking one’s truth is an act 
Of rebellion
Of reclaiming 
Of liberation  
It is stepping into the light 
After living in the dark for too long
It is my story to tell
And I will tell it as part of my healing

-gws

Rotten

I am, now, trying to forgive myself for the choices I made while trying to survive
For staying long past the expiration date in a relationship that had long been toxic and rotten
I deserved bette

-gws

Dueling Truths

“My heart says, ‘I love him,’ and my mind tells me to keep running.”

This is the complex reality that no one can comprehend until they’ve been in it.  It tears at my own mind, and I struggle to split one instinct from the other.  To compartmentalize these dueling truths so I can continue to protect my peace.

-gws

Anyone Else 1

Sometimes, I just want life to come with a full and complete set of instructions.  No ambiguity. No need to interpretive dance to the result.  Like… 
Life: paint by numbers edition.

Anyone else, or is it just me?

-gws

Church of Poetry

I find god more easily in a room full of poets on a Thursday night than I ever did in a church full of the righteous on a Sunday morning

-gws