(P)Roses from the Pandemic 08: Breathing

She’s anonymous

An audience that I don’t recognize

Maybe it’s easier to uncover a wound

to someone who doesn’t know who’s guilty

Are we more interested in discovering how and what kind of band-aids were used to press

heal

and nurture the stitches

Since it’s the recovery process that creates a story

Writing started off as my own medicine

Selfishly, I needed an outlet

How will the world know that highlight reels do not document the resistance and ideas that created me?

That searching for meaning isn’t always the answer

Understanding life is just as good as living it

Having high hopes didn’t really help

Action comes from knowing yourself

This somehow became a platform where I documented how I show up for the world

Noticing how others react to me being vulnerable

Noticing the organization

The detail

The creativity that comes in a post/prose/poem/phuong

As I sit here thinking about the past year,

There was one day where I thought I would breathe better

Filling up my lungs with positive actions,

Knowledge that would fuel me,

Creativity that differentiates me from the others,

And lastly values that will push me through challenging pages

I will hold my breath at the very top

Just so that I can remember to exhale out negativity,

Thoughts that do not serve me,

Narcissism that victimizes me,

And selfishness that do not give me perspective….

We all start somewhere

Our efforts are constantly compared to our desires

I’ll set reminders that

Difficult moments serve as an opportunity for I am always improving

I deserve to reap the joy and benefits of my hard work

At the end of the day I am my worst critic

I don’t need to punish myself for taking breaks

Because I know what actions I need to take to set boundaries, instill discipline and hold myself accountable

I’ll set reminders that

I was happy before these new beginnings