During this season of independence, I’m celebrating my full, untethered mental independence. For too long, I have granted (or have had taken from me) space in my mind to the minds of other humans. My mind has been a nation occupied by pillagers – its culture ravaged and ruined by the words, behavior, intentions, and dismissals of its oppressors, both individual and systemic. No longer will I be too much, too little, too loud, too quiet, too thick, too thin, too emotional, not emotional enough, too strong, too weak, too feminine, too masculine, outside social order, outside traditional roles, or with too arrogant a “big” vocabulary. The border has been secured, and only the approved visitors of spirituality, family, friendships rich in positivity, art, nature, and the pure things life will be granted entrance. Let freedom ring.
Tag: identity
Misunderstood
How can all of our hearts
drum the same, ironic beat:
i’m misunderstood
i’m misunderstood
i’m misunderstood
-L.M.G.
Identity
How ridiculous
is it
for us
to expect
that others be like us
when even we
are not like ourselves
of even a year past?
Firestone Friday: Poem XXI
A powerful freedom
exists in knowing
that your identity,
your unchanging essence,
and your inextricable value,
do not rest
in production,
so whether you produce
triumphs or failures
or nothing at all,
you remain
as richly radiant
as you always have.
Firestone Friday: Poem XV
Consumed by deadlines.
Buried in unmet dreams.
Burdened by rejections
that press me farther downstream.
From beneath the water,
I greet the stones with a grin,
for it takes water in your ears,
to hear the voice within.
The Whisperer makes to speak,
and tells the wearied me,
that the things for which I labor
hold not my identity.
The essence, the potentialities,
the soul, and the heart,
your daily triumphs and your failures
hold not even part.
On Belonging
If allergies are good for nothing else
they remind me
that I certainly
don’t belong
to this world.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 