Poetry Post 4

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Alone

Because I

Can’t seem to

Disconnect relationships from lust

Every time something seems to

Flourish I push away and stop

Growth.

Happiness is all

I really want and

Joy seems within reach, but there’s pain

Kicking in the shadows

Life…

 

-Viola Constance

Poetry Post 3

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What could of come of us

if we pushed through

you owning up to your flaws

and the parts you play as the cause

if I managed my temper and tone

and used my words more wisely

Instead of playing the blame game

instead of pointing fingers

oh what would we be

without all of our past heart aches

and pain

without our bondages to others

without many pestering negative thoughts

could we be without

one another

no more you and I…

 

– Viola Constance

Poetry Post 1

So I’ve decided I’ll post one poem per week. Simply to get into the habit of sharing my feelings and thoughts in another form other than a journal entry or blog post. Most poem posts will not be titled or in its completed form only a snippet of it. All poems will make-up a preview (if you will) of what’s to come. Please feel free to comment and/or give feedback. I’d love to hear your thoughts and feelings, as most of us encounter similar situations and can be of support of one another. I hope you all enjoy. Be well. Peace!
– Viola

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When will it be Enough?

Emotions and vulnerability are things that I have always struggled with. It is tough for me to open up to others on an emotional level. When I was younger I cried for everything, just a big ole softy. As life progressed I harden from situations mainly with family and “friends.” But even throughout the transition from shy, happy-all-the-time, crybaby Vi to bold, laid-back, angry quiet Vi I’ve always dealt with other people’s emotions better than my own.

I know it may seem like a big contradiction considering some of the things I’ve shared on here and on my Tumblr, but it’s true. It is easy for me to be vulnerable for someone else and help them through a tough and maybe emotional situation, but it’s a huge struggle for me to deal with my own. I usually bottle up my personal issues and release it far after. And even when that happens, I feel a bit of regret and anxiety as to why I’d shared that information/moment with someone when I don’t feel like I’m being listened to or the person I confined in isn’t attempting to understand where I’m coming from.

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