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Do You Know Where You Live?

I know where you live.
Over between confident and insecure.
Your house takes up the entire block.
Monday to Thursday,
You live in the right wing,
Relishing time to yourself,
Until alone becomes lonely,

But on Friday,
You do a cartwheel to the left wing,
Where you are a superhero,
An angel by day, fighting crime by night,
You could conquer the world.

You say hello to a stranger,
Allow someone to invade your personal space
by sipping coffee at a table next to yours,
You make a joke with the barista,
Watch the sunset through your iphone lens,
Have drinks at a crowded bar with your friends,
Lead your group to the corner booth, you on the inside.

By Sunday night, You are crawling back to your hollow abode,
energy depleted, proud of your accomplishments in the world,
You went all out, had real experiences.

By the next morning,
you are back being unassured,
wondering if the barista laughs at everyones jokes,
Was the sun really those bright colors, or was it just a filter?
Would that guy you had been eyeing,
the one with the blue eyes and smile so wide,
have approached if your heart hadn’t gone silent?

You have pride in being a strong, independent woman,
but are you strong
if you can’t control your thoughts,
if your actions are based on the weather?
Are you independent, or just alone?

I have to tell you,
it is strong to know what you can handle,
to work with where you are,
it is an accomplishment to understand recovery,
You…I am a strong, independent woman,
who knows where I live.


Filed under Poetry

Living Fear


What the human race is never short of.

Emotion that is consistent

Among races, ages and time.

What makes it thrive

Through so many lives?

Bodies riddled with

Fast paced hearts,

And Sweaty palms.

Automatically choosing to give into the feeling

That swallows us so easily.

Are we to believe that this has to be?

You only live once

Can only be if we truly see

What fear has to be to be free.

We preach about taking charge

And letting be.

But we can only be if we are not

Constantly fleeing.

But if fear is the way to a new beginning

Trusting that our fleeing can be deceiving

That it’s our unconscious way of leading

To the life we should be living.

Then maybe our fearing is relieving.

By: Honestlynne


Filed under Poetry