breaking free

while I might see the reflection of this in you,

this poem is really about me breaking free.

unreasonable expectations for perfection

continue to plague me.

to not mis a step, nor a beat, to remain

always on my feet, like a good soldier.

I can give you the world,

yet for myself I continue to put myself

down for my needs. second-hand love

for myself does not leave me replete.

like a ragdoll tossed in the wind,

I find myself face down in the mud

again and again.

dusting off seems my greatest skill, again

climbing up the seemingly endless hill.

the value I see in the trees, the move of the breeze.

learning to live it, breathe it

and see it even in me.

with each breath in 

I choose to love me,

with each breath out, 

I learn again to be free.

Lighting the match

I watch as I burn down the 

Expectations that keep me de-elevated,

de-valued and de-pressed.

Washing the ashes down the drain.

Once again, I can my freedom re-claim.

Breaking free of my self-imposed cage

Keeps me from dying in the feelings of rage.

Breathing into the new space, 

I now can return to the warmth of the sun,

With grace in my heart 

and a smile on my face.

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  1. Dusting yourself off and again rising to the challenge is such a wonderful quality! I forget this sometimes. Once again inspired by you, beautiful lady! ❤️


    1. Thank you, Cathy! Yes, I easily see the beauty and potential in others. I easily give grace to and permission for you to be “perfectly imperfect,” yet I hold myself inside to this ridiculous set of standards.

      I really appreciate your read and commenting. It’s been a tumultuous & yet rewarding week. I see I need to channel Bob Ross’ “happy mistakes.” ❤️

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  2. Oh, Tiffany this is glorious! I can relate to so much of it, ah hell, almost all of it. In my minds I can see you crossing the the state line in your jeep, top down, hair blowin in the wind, face turned to the sky, ( one eye on the road please! Lol ) with the biggest most ridiculous smile on your face, and the words of this poem flowing through your head. And what glorious words they are!

    You put a smile on my face, thank you! ❤❤❤ Ken

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