“You may trod me in the very dirt.
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.”
Where We Roam
Here the wind and the mountains reign king,
though the hares are abundant and the birds how they sing.
Like an army of ants with our food on our backs,
We humans traverse land from which nothing lacks.
We, The Mountain Runners
Don't think, just move, your feet will find a way.
The less you stop and hesitate the drier your feet stay.
For your body is much smarter, than your brain will ever be,
The instincts that you hold within will allow you to run free.
When I Close My Eyes
I’ve never been so thankful for the shoes upon my feet,
allowing my safe traverse, over rocks and mud and streams.
I’ve never been so grateful for the gear upon my back,
All my simple needs in a single bright red pack.
Accompanied by loved ones, whom I admire and respect,
The mountain wilderness before me has a balancing effect.
Simplicity
To find the awe within your mind and explore the ways it works,
Or absorb the colours that surround you and the wildlife that lurks,
These bring about belongings which will never break or fade,
For every time you are truly here, lasting memories are made.
Here’s to the Girls
To the girls told to sit down and be quiet.
To be seen and not heard.
To behave more ‘ladylike’.
To dress more ‘ladylike’.
To eat more ‘ladylike’.
To BE more ‘ladylike’.
You are perfect as you are.
It’s the world that needs changing.
Golden Silence
Silence use to scare me.
No, silence use to petrify me.
I couldn't sleep without music, dreaded gaps in conversation, and would do
everything in my power to fill my world with white noise.
Nightmares
Night time descends with a crushing darkness.
Into the abyss my mind travels.
Great desire for rest, great fear of the fall.
Hoping this time it won't hurt so much.
To allow sleep allows the subconscious to take over.
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It’s Not Your Fault
For years I have carried a huge source of pain,
One riddled with guilt that runs deep through each vein.
I blame myself for what happened, I didn't say no.
But I was a young girl, and I didn't know.
I am human
So yes I have thoughts that are dark and absurd,
And my grasp on reality is shaky and blurred.
But I promise this scares me much more than it scares you,
So before you try to judge what I have been through:
Try to see that I don’t choose to live my life this way.
I don’t choose to struggle to make it through each day.
I am exactly the same person I was before you knew.
I have as mental illness, but I’m still just as human as you.
The Haunting Glass
For the useless glass in front of me cannot portray my worth,
My talents or my fears or the story of my birth.
Really it tells you nothing, so why then do I care?
Why do I constantly just stand in front and stare?
Picking at each part, never viewing me as a whole.
This vessel of my being, protector of my soul.
Who even has the right, to say what is good and what is bad?
And why should I give others standards the power to make me sad?
Behind Her Eyes
Why then beware of this young running girl,
You see out there every day?
Because that young girl has experienced life,
In a totally different way.
The lessons she’s learned and horrors she’s seen,
Have taught her things most people deny;
As they wander about in ignorant bliss,
Of what caused that look in her eye.
