Poetry Prompt #3

On August 29th, the world saw a side of me that not many have before. I revealed my life, my love, and my dreams on a terrifyingly public platform. The process leading up to making the decision to go public with my sexuality was a tough labyrinth with excitement and fear amongst the many twist…

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How One Question from my Therapist helped me Realize how much a Soul can Handle.

My therapist asked me a simple question. It was our first time meeting, and I’m sure it’s a question most therapists ask clients paying them too much to do too little. The question was: “What brought you here?” Now me-having just dropped surmountable money for this session, being an excessive overthinker, emotional as all hell,…

Football is Not War

Do not cry, mother, for football is not war. We do not carry arms against the less fortunate Or shoot amongst the crowd And the divided sides are not nations But boys that thought playing a game Made them men. Do not cry, mother. Football is not war.   Yelling men, beer overflowing, we enter…