The Essence Of Who I Am

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  • Laundry On The Couch

    The years are starting to pile up like laundry on the couch 5 years felt like forever ago and now we are saving up to buy a house We talked about baby names when we were dating and now one has been announcedI’m so happy that you are soul mate…

  • The world turning

    There is simplicity in silence In just listening In yes and no And in the world’s quiet turning M.A.P ©2024

  • Logic and trauma’s bantering

    Logic doesn’t respond well to my trauma  It’s sitting in the corner shivering  My trauma is drinking  Laughing  And my logic wants to scream at it  All the wrong things that happened to me  Why was I left with trauma instead of being happy  But my trauma stops it’s bantering …

  • GRIEF IS MY MOTHER

    Grief is holding me tightly By it’s teeth My feet never touch the floor I tried for so long to find comfort in myself But instead, I woke up suffocating My mother is above me A pillow over my nose She has a different face She will never let me…

  • I was Never Very Wise

    Your dirty blonde hair fell over your eyes  Like a shield from the world  I was never sure if it was to keep you in or everyone else out  But I knew falling for you was never very wise M.A.P ©2024

  • Trauma’s Adoptee

    I was too young when the world hurt me  I was too young to understand reality  My pain grew in me  It became a part of me  Like a glass bottle caught near the stump of a tree  So the real question becomes  Am I really who I was supposed…

  • Waste

    I miss kissing As soon as you leaving  I know you are just at work  But you feel as far away as the moon is to me really I waste so much time when you are here  Doing things that aren’t kissing Cleaning, cooking, running Missing M.A.P © 2024

  • Crawl Back To Me

    I had so much taken from me  My childhood My graduation My first job My wedding date My honeymoon My friends  My Birth My home My happiness  So I scream  Hoping maybe somehow one of those things  Would hear me just enough  To try and crawl back to me M.A.P…

  • Women Lost Their Power

    When did mothers lose all their power  How did we start with so much to have lost it all in this final hour  We were promised a happy home with a white picket fence  Now men dressed as us are screaming at us with a picket sign  Telling us once…

  • Lost At Sea

    I’m not angry anymore  I think it finally got lost at sea  I’m sitting on the lifeboat  Happy to just be alive as waves are splashing around me  But every once in a while when my thoughts are quiet enough  I can still hear my anger screaming through the water …