
Trying to figure out
who this version of me is
She feels like a stranger,
but I think I might end up
liking her
-gws

Trying to figure out
who this version of me is
She feels like a stranger,
but I think I might end up
liking her
-gws

When we leave a toxic relationship
self-doubt and second guessing prevent us
From locking the door behind us
We wonder if we’ve made the right choice
We wonder if we’ve made a mistake
If your freedom feels like liberation
You have made the right choice
For your long term wellbeing
It’s time to lock that door
-gws

My future is tabula rasa
Full of possibilities
Slow to emerge from the long shadows
And still brushing off the cobwebs of shame, doubt, and fear
I begin to wonder what awaits me
Who awaits me
The question nauseates me
I'm not ready to open my heart
Nor do I expect to be ready any time soon
And yet I find myself wondering
Will there be another
My heart fearfully whispering,
"Will I get a second chance?"
I'm not ready to fall in love again
I am only longing for the magic of falling
The elation that comes from feeling seen
Feeling chosen
Because all I wanted for so long
Was to feel chosen
To be enough
I am working to remember how to love me
How to be enough for myself
How to appreciate my perfect imperfections
How to forgive the choices I made to survive
I must become reacquainted with me
My future is tabula rasa
Full of possibilities
Bursting with opportunity to craft a life I want to live
And blessed with time to heal from a life I endured
I embrace my next chapter gratefully
Even as my knees quake with each step forward
My blank slate has its first word: freedom
Its second word: peace
I think that's a beautiful place for a new story to start
-gws

I have coated my boundaries in sacred salt
Saged the walls of my mind
Served healing teas to my soul
Soaked my dreams in moon water
Calmed my spirits with lavender sachets
I have removed the “welcome” mat from my doorstep
Hung a horseshoe above my threshold
Covered my aura in layers of steel
Cut the cord with silver shears
All to reclaim myself from you
-gws

She’s not beautiful
She’s a bloodied beast
A bold, brassy, badass
Bravely battling brash bandits
Bone-weary from the bullshit
Burdened and burnt out
Building a budding new self
Walking away from brutality
Becoming balanced
Banishing bad habits from her bones
Barefoot upon the earth and beaming
Beginning a brand new bountiful life
-gws

The mostly dead tendrils of my heart want so badly to reach toward you, like water, when you say you miss me
They forget you are the drought that caused them to lie shriveled and desolate in the first place
I must always remind them of that
-gws

I have no interest in dating or lovers
I think that part of me might be dead
At least I cannot feel anything where that want should be
It is a dead zone in my chest
A hollow place
A salted field that cannot grow life
I have too much healing to do
So much work to do
I need to learn how to TRUST myself again
How to LOVE myself again
How to BE myself again
Now is the time for quiet
The time to feel complicated feelings
Listen to the whispers of a broken heart
A disillusioned spirit
The time to grieve shattered dreams
Relinquished hopes
And lost futures
When the processing is complete
The healing well advanced
The distrust subsided
We'll see where I am
What I want
What I need
Who I am
-gws

Among my dark tresses
Magic is sprouting
So many threads of silver tinsel
Adorning my head like glittering filaments
Filling my hair with starlight
-gws

I will write a love song for myself
A song of hope
A song so free
A song of everything I want to be
I will write a love song for myself
A ballad of returning
A ballad of ascension
A ballad celebrating my redemption
I will write a love song for myself
A tune for forging forward paths
A tune for changing ways
A tune for the coming better days
I will write a love song for myself
A triumphant magnum opus
A symphony of surrender and release
A life-renewing masterpiece
-gws

Save a cup of kindness for yourself
No one is more deserving of your love than you
-gws