I’ve been reflecting
Looking back on things I used to be
Trying to measure the distance from my past to who I wish to be
And I’m finding
That somewhere between getting older and maturing
I lost me
That light that was my imagination
Is now only a flickering candle
The wick burned black and dying
I used to weave a poem from my emotions
Knit my feelings together
And create something beautiful
But that was then.
Now I feel like something is lost
That part of me has gone missing
Took a walk one sunny afternoon and forgot someone loved and needed it
I feel like
I’m always busting with ideas
But none come to fruition,
It starts as a thought in the shower
But it’s washed down the drain before the ending
I hope some day we can be reunited
I want to be able to write again
I want to wow myself just like I’m wooed by the words of others
Maybe then I can feel whole.
i love this.
I remember when I oozed poetry
It was my every breath
My every day
My creativity drove me forward
But now it feels as though my life is on standstill
Would love to be here again.
image reads: “i came out as a bisexual last year. i’ve dated many men. and two women. i’m in love with my current girlfriend. i’ve thougth about sleeping with me. but never felt comfortable with more than kissing men. i’ve had sex with my girlfriend. it made me question my bisexuality. i’m romantically attracted to both. i’m sexually attracted to women. i confided in a few friends but now i wish they would stop calling me a lesbian. because its wrong. lesbian doesnt fit. neither does bisexual. but telling people i’m a biromantic lesbian is too confusing.”
Not all Christians spread messages of hate and prejudice. In fact, no Christian. It’s the fanatics you have to watch out for.