When you lie in bed tossing and turning, thoughts like a whirlwind, your peace they are burning. When you feel so ashamed, of that thing you have done. When all of the kindness for yourself seems to be gone. Pick up your phone, open that app, and check if it’s your hormones setting up a…
“Why do you need to keep getting hurt?”, she asked. “Because it’s what I know”, I thought. The thrill of something not being quite right. Being used to having to fight. With myself, mostly. My logical mind trying to change what’s carved into my soul. Unable to smoothen the edges, To fill up the lack…
There’s something beautiful about the rain, washing away the dust, the pollen, the things that made you itch and sneeze, that covered you in a gritty layer. There’s something beautiful about the rain. How it gives you an excuse to stay in, even though you don’t need one. How it invites you to get cozy,…
For every person you wish were more excited about you, there is someone wishing you were more excited about them. Ideally, two people feel the same enthusiasm about a connection and are willing and able to develop that connection into a bond, whether that be a friendship, an acquaintanceship, a business collaboration, a romantic relationship,…
Most lights cast a shadow. In winter, these shadows are cold and we rush to get out of them. In summer, they offer a welcome break from the sun’s intensity. Most lights cast a shadow. We only see them in contrast to things that don’t shine. We only notice them as they brighten a darkness….
When it’s late at night, and you’re wide awake, and you’re writing just for writing’s sake. Stop those thoughts running through your head. Tap into that sense of peace instead. It lies somewhere within you, you know. Maybe in the tips of your toes or the bottom of your back. Maybe in the soles of…
You know that feeling when you walk down the stairs and you misstep. That split second when you realize you might fall, fall fall. An invisible hand rises from your lower belly past your stomach and locks around your heart. Your breathing stops. Someone blocked the door to your throat and put a heavy weight…
To be held. To be heard. To be hugged. To be touched. To be teased. To be tickled. To be savored, soothed, and seen. To be wished for, wooed, and witnessed. To be cherished. Yes, to be cherished. Not to be loved. Not necessarily. Because sometimes, love goes unexpressed. Locked away behind bolted doors. Hidden…
I found the poem below as I was going through old journal entries. While I only started writing for personal reasons more frequently a few months later, I like the idea that Inspiration had already announced itself. I wrote this poem initially in Dutch, then translated it to English to be able to share it…