…what happens to me when I am attempting to articulate my emotions…
feelings, dare I say
…is the articulation manifests into verses
of staccato lines
because I find myself
pausing
out of fear.
with all of its definitions and acronyms
happenings and happenstance
what it all boils down to, is fear.
a bitter blood red root chakra ground brew sipped during my Morning Meditation.
here’s the story.
i’m not afraid of you.
i’m afraid of being rejected by you.
the you, you show.
because would I even give a damn about the you I don’t know?
who knows?
what I do know is the last time we were together got dammit you balanced my chakras.
I saw auras.
felt fluid.
or
you just have some really…
good
weed.
sincerest apologies because I suck at sarcastic bravado.
but bravery?
bravery I bangs wit.
bravery has me telling the you
you show me
that I dig you
more than I should.
bravery also has me handing you the shovel I dug you with
you can either bury me with my own words,
or plant a garden.
either way I’ll still blossom
through all of the bullshit.
first published by Michele Mitchell, 2018
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Majique MiMi
You can call me MiMi. I’m a Brain Aneurysm & Stroke Survivor & Former English Professor. I write to stay sane, and to keep gratitude in my Spirit & Praises in my mouth.
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