Foreign Thoughts

I just experienced the strangest thought…

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not strange, I suppose not.

but it was a foreign thought.

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I thought to myself as I wrote down some prose

~maybe I should edit or censor myself

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But No. 

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then who would I be?

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Except an ungenuine poet 

unraveling at the seams. 

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❤ Glitterfly Jessa

Free Flow Thoughts- Grow caterpillar, grow

I don’t know where to begin,

feeling lost- uncomfortable in my own skin.

Sitting back and analyzing,

unable to find where I de-railed.

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If I can’t find where I de-railed

how can I expect to re-rail?

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…but do we have to start where we left off?

is it not possible,

to create and de-rail

at any time-

unbennounced to the world?

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There is a hiatus,

a learning curve,

a gap

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between what I was

and what I am yet to be.

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I am like a fetus in the womb-

the start of something unknown

for many years after their arrival.

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No longer an egg,

a sperm,

or an idea

but becoming…

becoming of their own self, 

before knowledge of self.

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I am like a larvae in a cocoon…

past the pain of being a caterpillar-

growing past the pains of being alive

and releasing the fears rooted in survival

and giving it up to the universe.

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I know I will emerge as I should.

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In these moments of lapse,

in this hiatus of time,

something magical is brewing…

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on the edge of

what everyone knew me to be,

what they think I will be,

and what I will become.

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There is a shift in the tides.

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Waiting,

unleashing,

resurrecting

all past,

present,

and future

aliases

of the same

me

 

Find me on medium at: https://medium.com/@JessicaLDeJesus

Relationships like Tongue-Prints

Each relationship we hold in life

is very unique, like a tongue-print

 

A relationship, like a tongue-print,

is a representation of all that is going on inside.

It brings to light what is enjoyable

and what is tolerable.

 

A tongue-print will vary,

as each have different grooves and sensitive spots.

 

Our taste, like our intuition, can let us know

when the things we experience hurt us.

Things that are too hot for us, burn us

Things that are too cold, drive us away

 

A relationship, like a tongue-print, 

is a product of the past.

 

The things we experience that have

worked for us in the past,

may not always taste good.

Somethings that were great once,

seem so overbearing…

 

If we allow and accept our tastes to change as we age and grow,

why not change our relationships as we mature and expand?

Dear Reader,

Dear Reader,

This is my letter to you,

It’s what you need

after reading my heart

and sharing in my pain

and sharing in my joy

and sharing in my struggle to balance.

 

Thank you, cannot express the gratitude I feel

You have given me open space to heal

To allow my words to free flow as they might

and in doing so you give my heart flight

I share your struggles as you share mine

We’re all on a different journey, but trying to find

The same better version of ourselves

in each and every one of us

You see it in me,

and I see it in you…

so let’s continue to uplift each other

and to our own path stay true.

 

Be not strayed away by the judgements of each day,

just keeping releasing what your soul has to say

your life is for you anyway…

so take time to do what is important to you

and allow your heart to shine through.

 

Uplift your brothers and sisters,

as you see their journey

and may watch them stumble

Help show them their world will not crumble

Their world will not fade and dissolve into pain-

for a new friend can make one feel more sane.

Reach out to those who need help

just for the sake of sharing love

…you will find peace in your heart

and love will come back to you

 

Peace and Love,

Namaste, from my heart to yours,

Jessa

 

If you want to see more writing by me, but not poetry,

visit my PlantBasedFun Blog where I share

my journey through minimalism and environmental activism.

Gem Hunting

You’re a rare earth gem

Fighting to be appreciated for what you are

And everything youve gone through 

To make you bright like a star

;you long for a rock

That’s gone through pressure and pain,

That knows this journey is more than pure beauty

But achieved when you refuse to stay the same