Letters, Personal, poetry

Medicated and Mighty

I'm spending the day editing my book and making the final touches on some of the poems, order, and other small details!
I'm honestly amazed with myself for how quickly this is coming together now that I actually have the energy to work on it.
(Thank you Wellbutrin for making me feel alive again.)
Here's another sneak peek at one of the poems that will be in the book; one that I feel suits how I've been feeling this week. Let me know your thoughts!

Store bought neurotransmitters

Are just as valid as homemade

Not being able to make your own

Does not make you weak

And taking the steps to receive help

Doesn't make you broken

It makes you strong as hell

⁃ Medicated and mighty

Personal, poetry

Thoughts On: Feminism

Walking to my car

Alone

At night

A vice grip around my keys

Held like a weapon 

It’s a short distance 

But we all know the dangers

We’ve all been taught the dangers

Since we were too young to properly understand them

Too many stipulations on a young existence 

It’s the fear of never knowing true freedom 

The fear of never truly being able to say “No” and be heard

And be validated 

When we’ve all been taught from a young age

How to act

How to dress

How to speak

How to live

How to avoid being a victim

But in these lessons

We were taught something greater

How to stand 

United

Never making a move alone

Stronger together

So we take our stand

And fight

Together