Wow you hit the mail on the head! Self acceptance and the refusal of living in shame is true FREEDOM! Amen sister. I love your way with words and this was my perfect Sunday sermon for today ❤️
This is so beautiful. I love it. You are so good enough friend and I’m so glad you are my good enough friend. Thanks for introducing me to Erika’s poem and reminding me of it again. What a profound poem and writing exercise you
Celeste! Currently crying in the grocery store parking lot after reading this poem. Thank you for sharing this with us. You are genius, and good enough, as always.
A billion and a half stars yet still room for more. Encased in liquid ebony as if a reflection more than anything. Mirrors in a part of life, possibly the most important part. Where we are there or they are here, perhaps an effect of delirium from years of unfelt spinning.
Are we the stars to someone's sky? If so, why not our own? Why not the resolution to permit a heavens paradigm? Where glory isn't light years away. Nor a mile. Nor a foot. Nor an inch. It isn't a trophy you can win, nor a photo you can capture. It doesn't belong to the rich, the famous, the proud. The beauty Nor the beast. Rather, we find it behind our eyelids, dark and placid as the night. Where wonder moves our gaze to all different directions. Failing to capture all the stars within our own reflections. The failure is inevitable, with a billion and a half reasons why. Though that shouldn't keep our brilliance dimmed from the universe inside.
Celeste! I love your poetry. I’m not a poet, but more an essayist. I do love good poetry and everything you write is most definitely good poetry. There is, my cub, something you are not understanding..... so I, as the more experienced “good enough” (read: I don’t give a fuck) person am here to tell you that who you are and your “good enough’ is basically what everyone else is aspiring to. Do stop putting pressure on yourself. You are fabulous just as you are.
What a wonderful poem, Celeste!!
I hereby declare myself not sorry.
I’m still piecing it together, but thank you for such a thought-provoking prompt! ❤️
“Not sorry” is such a great thing to declare yourself Melenie!
Wow you hit the mail on the head! Self acceptance and the refusal of living in shame is true FREEDOM! Amen sister. I love your way with words and this was my perfect Sunday sermon for today ❤️
True freedom! Yes! Thank you Tiffani :)
This is so beautiful. I love it. You are so good enough friend and I’m so glad you are my good enough friend. Thanks for introducing me to Erika’s poem and reminding me of it again. What a profound poem and writing exercise you
Have created.
So glad you are my good enough friend too 😘😘❤️❤️
Love everything about this. I’m gonna think on this & declare something to myself. Looking forward to what comes forth❤️
Oh! I'm excited for whatever comes out of your pencil Jessica!
Celeste! Currently crying in the grocery store parking lot after reading this poem. Thank you for sharing this with us. You are genius, and good enough, as always.
Oh my gosh thank you so much Regan!
Celeste!! This poem is amazing. It spoke right to my heart. Thank you so much for sharing. ❤️❤️
Thanks Stefani!!
poems are like spells. I shall do mine too!
A billion and a half stars yet still room for more. Encased in liquid ebony as if a reflection more than anything. Mirrors in a part of life, possibly the most important part. Where we are there or they are here, perhaps an effect of delirium from years of unfelt spinning.
Are we the stars to someone's sky? If so, why not our own? Why not the resolution to permit a heavens paradigm? Where glory isn't light years away. Nor a mile. Nor a foot. Nor an inch. It isn't a trophy you can win, nor a photo you can capture. It doesn't belong to the rich, the famous, the proud. The beauty Nor the beast. Rather, we find it behind our eyelids, dark and placid as the night. Where wonder moves our gaze to all different directions. Failing to capture all the stars within our own reflections. The failure is inevitable, with a billion and a half reasons why. Though that shouldn't keep our brilliance dimmed from the universe inside.
It is great to know that I am not alone in traveling a similar path! Thank you for the Sunday wisdom!
Thank you, Celeste! For introducing me to Erica Jong and for your poem, both brought me so much clarity today.
I hereby declare myself rich!!
Celeste! I love your poetry. I’m not a poet, but more an essayist. I do love good poetry and everything you write is most definitely good poetry. There is, my cub, something you are not understanding..... so I, as the more experienced “good enough” (read: I don’t give a fuck) person am here to tell you that who you are and your “good enough’ is basically what everyone else is aspiring to. Do stop putting pressure on yourself. You are fabulous just as you are.