Every Other Line: An Ode to Type One

Every other line of the dialogue in my head
Is criticism both of me and from me
Not quite good enough or strong enough yet
Attempting to make something lovely
Afraid of myself, haunted more by my shadow
Unaffected by most of the horrors
Inner critic is raging, impatient and thorough
Yet always the champion of others … More Every Other Line: An Ode to Type One

Whoever you are, you may be

We are filling our heads with noise. We are letting everyone and everything pull us in a million different directions because we would rather be pulled apart than left alone. We spend our lives meeting the superficial expectations of other people because at least that gives us something to do and makes us feel like our value is tangible. We are afraid that if we do the things we love with no one to impress, our value will be too subtle to be seen. This fear is justified. But why does our value have to be obvious in order to be true? … More Whoever you are, you may be