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Poem “Resolution” – and an update of sorts

I affirm that I am on the path to reach my goals. My goals as a writer couldn’t be obtained until I obtained stability. I have shared a ton of personal things about my life here on this blog, and if you’ve been following then you may have seen not only an improvement in my writing skill, but in my ability to go beyond the tone that my blog initially displayed. The appearance and professional accents of my blog stand out a tad more now as well.

I have a poem that I enjoyed writing recently, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it outside of posting onto my personal social media. Because my blog is home to me, it will be shared here first. As I continue my self publishing journey I’m sure that it will be seen again. Very soon. Thank you for viewing.

Here is “Resolution.”

I also realize that I don’t often share information about my latest poetry collection. But now that I know a little more about blogging and settings and links, here is a link to The Girl is Awake on Amazon.

Round of applause for healing? Girl, bye.

My concept of love has always been distorted. Correction: my concepts of love used to be pretty inaccurate. Parts of my growth mean a change in my perception. 

Sometimes good people cross paths at a time when they should be focused on healing but they – we… we tend to choose to hold on rather than do what is logical. Holding on and trying to force things can easily lead to a volatile outcome. 

I say so many times that moments of weakness made me stay in unhealthy relationships or caused me to be a codependent people pleasing enabler. But I have been able to wipe my lens to reveal something more.

In retrospect, I have been in committed relationships with amazing people. Healthy, loving individuals. But I was not ready to be who they deserved. I can honestly say that there are many people who never got to know the healthy, balanced, positive version of me. And once I became firm in being a better Jessica, I became angered when some people didn’t care to meet this Jessica. The other Jessica had done too much damage. I have had and do have and will continue to have healthy, flourishing friendships. I now see that quality is more important than quantity. And location. 

And as forgiveness is a must, I forgive myself for my detrimental past of hurting others. This extends to past friendships, relationships, and family members who I have caused any pain to. 

My choice to release certain narratives cannot and will not be for approval or acceptance. But initially, that is what I thought healing would do for me. Maybe I envisioned myself stepping into an auditorium and being met with a massive round of applause because, “Hot damn, Jessica is really doing so much better now. She’s healed!” 

My concept of self has always been distorted. Correction: my concepts of self used to be pretty inaccurate. Parts of my growth led to a change in my perception. 

I could go on, and I probably will. But I will save that for another blog post. 

As always, thank you for viewing.

The Other Side

I have faith that on the other side of trauma and healing, on the other side of painful and in depth growth, there is a form of Heaven on Earth. That we don’t go through all of the uncomfortable stages in this lifetime just to await the gates of Heaven above. And while that is the most amazing destination, I feel that we all deserve peace and to enjoy our time here. And with that said, I am ready to ensure that I do just that.

Intentional

The top video shows imagery with effects and the words to the poem “Intentional,” which can also be found below. The second video I just wanted to share as it was a beautiful cloud gazing day form my patio yesterday.

Thank you for viewing this blog post. Admittedly I have been a bit “scatterbrained” lately, but I am working hard to narrow my focus as it pertains to my daily functioning.

I have thoroughly enjoyed reading the works and posts of so many wonderful people. It is my intention to get back into browsing the blogs and amazing works of art and poetry and inspiration that have helped me keep my love for writing alive.

This is…

This is the part when I enjoy my life,

It seems as if a coin was flipped.

This is the part when I take over the script.

The moment that my narrative is not 

In the hands of anyone else,

Not filled with proclamations 

To narcissism,

No longer defined by any

Definition synonymous 

To unwell. 

No longer bound to my bullsh*t

Cuz ya know, enough is enough.

This is.. well it WAS kinda tough. 

This is the part where the dust has settled 

And it’ll only blind me again 

If I allow it to.

The part where my happiness is 

Depicted by me,

No longer depreciated by any form of “you’s”

The part where I blossom again

The part where I fill joy being 

Within my skin. 

This is….

Visual/audio of “This is..” below

“This is..”
***audio recording & visual effects made using the app CapCut

Evaporate

If you stare in the mirror too long, does your reflection seem to change?

Your mirror, my mirror
No filter.
The imperfections are pretty clear.

Tell me, what reflections do you pick up and carry home with you?

Reflecting fragments of self,
Glimmers of others,
Carrying their shit, your shit,
The world’s shit on your face.

If you stay too entranced in the reflection of someone else,
Yours may not look too good to you.

Sometimes we wanna
Switch mirrors
Even if only for a second.

We try to transfer this and transfer that,
Deflect
Neglect
Reject.

Imperfect.
I’m perfect.
Shatter.

Shape shifting to meet
The demands of others,
You sit home alone long enough
You’ll see a blemish form.
Maybe a spot here,
A pimple there,
A very shiny gray hair.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who the fuck is this
Staring back at me?

She’s –
Actually
Very pretty.

Clean the glass,
Wipe that mirror,

Shower runs,
Don’t worry the condensation will evaporate.

Put on that face.
Which face?
The one that they like?
Nah – just take a second,
Breathe,
And look up.

What’s she doin?

Without a care in the world

That odd ass girl

Sat on her patio

Swaying from side to side the other day.

Eyes red and puffy in that obvious way,

She had been crying or something.

Listen, that odd ass girl,

That odd ass girl plays her music

And gazes towards the sun,

Walks that little, old dog

Smiling at nothing.

She walks back and forth in the same spot

Sometimes she walks in circles.

Look at her – why is she so happy?

Did she say good morning to me?

What the hell is her problem,

Speaking to a stranger don’t she know

It’s 2023?

54 Miles til Empty

Message Delivered.

F**k. Can’t unsend.

It’s been viewed, maybe I can still delete it.

Post. Delete. 

Stupid social media measuring my worth again.

Recreate. Edit. Post. 

Ah, there we go. 

Likes, laughs and little hearts.

Good, that wasn’t too deep to post there. 

Spoken words cannot be retracted.

Is it true?

Are words spells?

Can we speak our destinies into existence?

For 21 days I been praying

Meditating

Manifesting

Repeating affirmations.

I been watching sermons 

And listening to Oprah’s motivational speeches

On Youtube. 

I been intentional about this.

A lady walked up to my car in a parking lot

And after a brief conversation she asked:

“Is there anything I can pray for, for you?”

I looked at her, stunned, but in actuality I couldn’t pick a thing

Because so many things were racing through my mind.

I smiled at her,

“Wow. Um. Yes. Peace.”

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