Boundaries Poem 19/Hour 19

Boundaries
By: LuvMiFreely

This year I made a vow to be devoted to my spiritual journey
Growing closer to God
Learning to do the shadow work
I’m healing
God told me to be still
I obeyed and listened
I prayed for clarity and the strength to lean on Him
He made me less available
Started removing people and things no longer serving me
This journey has required me to say less
And observe more
I’ve been disconnecting from negativity and those who cause it
Raising my vibrations
Striving for alignment
I stopped trying to take control and let Him lead
I refuse to deal with people who drain my energy
Or who can’t reciprocate the love I offer
I won’t apologize for protecting my space
My boundaries aren’t up for debate

Hour 15

The sky is hiding behind
A layer of haze and smog
The city looks different from the hillside
I don’t see myself down there
In my neighborhood

The morning is fatigued
A layer of haze and smog

I live my life on the ground
The city looks different from the hillside

I focus on things so small
I don’t see myself down there

The Happiest Day of My Life/prompt 8-2am

It’s time! it’s time! My water broke.

What time is it? It’s 2:16 am

You sure you’re ok?

Are you in any pain?

Don’t panic

Grab the bag and let’s go

The moment we’ve been waiting for

Our first born child is coming.

We’re on our way, the time has come

To meet our daughter or our son.

Oh what a big surprise it will be

To finally get the chance to see

Our little baby, innocent

Nine long months we’ve waited since

The day we learned of God’s blessin’

And now the day has finally come

We get to meet our first true love

Our lovely daughter, or our son

Thank you Father for what you’ve done.

~Rebeli

Sleepless

sleepless nights
and endless stress
followed me through
college days

I never lost sight of my goals
but that doesn’t mean it was easy
and that doesn’t mean I came out unscathed.

Finally, finally,
I have my degree
I am licensed and
deemed a “professional”

I feel that I have changed since that first day of school
I know I worked my ass off,
but this is more than just hard work

this is fundamental.

This is ethereal
this is cerebral
this is me feeling like I have knowledge
and power
and value

…come to think of it,
maybe that’s the therapy

Nostalgic Noodles

Prompt 9

(Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt.)

 

Pulling open my drawers

The smell of maggi tickles my nose

How it would drip on my face

Splattering my nose, licking my plate

So soft and stringy and long

Sweet tomatoes freshly chopped

With a burning onion taste

My clothes would yellow

Onions slick and golden

Simmering with oily jeera

Sizzling to spicy perfection

Plopping the noodles

In bubbling whistling water

Untangling and twirling

Wisps of flavour curling

Calling, whetting my tongue

Slurped and burped in days young

 

 

Hour 9

Hour 9

Snow supply
quarantine stash
easybox detox mac and cheese
not exactly childhood.
Mom did not make box cheese pasta
She made spaghetti and cheese
sorta from scratch.
In adult mode I am not sure
if Velveeta can be considered from scratch
it’s the same goop as in boxes
but it’s still a bite of childhood.

Akureyri, Iceland

So sweet a population

So innocent a town

So beautiful a people

That linger all around

 

So darling a community

That has these little hearts

Written in the stop lights

To tell you when to stop & start