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Phyllis performs “Dear Papa,” “Mary Margaret,” “The Losing Battle,” “Has Anyone Ever,” and “Break Free.

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Before I Self Destruct

Before I self destruct

Take me under your wing

Lift me up to higher places

Yet, keep me firmly grounded

Before I self destruct

I pray for healing

The pain that is within

Mend what is broken

Before I self destruct

I take time to meditate

To allow the forces of the universe

 Provide me with clarity and guidance

Before I self destruct

Examining my life

The good and the bad

The gifts and lessons of the Creator

Before I self destruct

Let go of the past and future

Live in the moment

Not looking back

Before I self destruct

Help me to remember who I am

What my purpose is

And follow my destiny

Before I self destruct

I forgive myself, and rebalance

Awareness, Love, Mental health, Native, poetry, PTSD, Uncategorized, Wellbeing, women, Writing

Silent She Sits

The morning sun breaks through the darkness of night. She wakens, opens her eyes to a beautiful view of the city line. She walks over to the window and thinks to herself its going to be a beautiful day and thanks the Creator for allowing her to live another day.

The morning goes great she has her coffee and smoke; thinks to herself all the things that she is going to do to change the world. She has big goals and she is chasing her dreams.

She wants to write, many books she says. But there is not enough time in the day. She starts the day with a smudge to clear her mind.

She sits and stares into nothing you would think she is thinking of something but she is not. She is standing still in time, not knowing that the time is passing by.

Silent she sits.

She no longer thinks of the past or at least tries not to, but, something is holding her back. A force that is stronger than any goal or dream she has ever had.

If you ask anyone she is the type of person who makes things happen. She has a fire inside her that is fierce. A heart that shows compassion and when both are at one she moves mountains.

Silent she sits

She moves from not thinking to thinking about a million things at once. Doubt starts to sink in and this is wear all the trouble begins.

All her strength becomes saturated  with fear. She has nothing to fear but herself. She knows this but she is to caught up in her mind to let her heart tell her different.

She becomes withdrawn, spends time alone and never talks about the things that matter. She doesn’t want you to see the pain she feels inside, and it would be highly unlikely she would ever let you close enough to her to know the difference.

There are many sides to her, even herself has not figured them all out quite yet. She has come so far and knows this to be the truth. That fear is not real; it’s just her imagination

Silent she sits.

While all this is going on, the world is passing her by. Her dreams are slipping though her fingers and falling to the floor. Her thoughts have become puddles of tears.

She dries her eyes and pushes on the day. Thinks to herself what has just happened. She just spent the whole morning crying over spilt milk. She screams in silence because silent she sits…

Hoping all this will one day go away.