Excerpt from my honest poem:
People say I’m good at listening,

It’s probably because I am.



Although secretly I get really nervous

Every time someone comes to me with a new problem.

It’s strange really,

I can help everyone else with their problems

But I couldn’t find my way out of a maze.

Like I’m on this mental merry go round

With no place to get off

But anyway,

I have an odd fascination with things like season changes and seasonal people.

I assume it’s because I find myself dedicating time to things that I know will only last a few months.

I guess that’s why I fall in love with men who will never love me for long.

And I know that sounds crazy but it’s just how it seems,

And to be honest I think it’s safer that way.



You see, relationships often remind me

That I’m not afraid of heights or falling

But I am scared to death of everything that’s going to happen the very moment

That my body hits the ground.

I have to say this…

I’m clumsy.

Yesterday I tripped over my self-esteem,

Landed on my pride and it shattered like an iPhone with a broken face,

Now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment.



I’ve never lost a fight but I have this bruised heart.

I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix.

I’m afraid if I let you see my skeletons,

You’d grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.



Hi, my name is Mary.

I enjoy Chinese food, reading

And laughing for absolutely no reason at all

But I don’t allow myself to cry as often as I need to.



I have solar power confidence

And a battery operated smile.

My hobbies include:

Editing my life story,

Hiding behind metaphors,

And trying to convince my shadow

That I’m someone worth following



You see, I don’t know much but I do know this:

I know that heaven is real

And I know that God,

He’s given me this assignment

Although I stumble along the way

It reminds him that we still have a lot of work to do.

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