in art, poetry

Message to the Me Who So Often is Crying On the Inside

Posted on by Heather Keyser

Message to the Me who so often is crying

I hear you, small self.

I am not numb!

Sunlight dapples and strums.

I am an adult, with my hands on the wheel,

but inside I feel like wailing.

I hear you, scared self.

You are safe

with me.

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I write from my pantry. (Not literally, because it's too crowded in there, but figuratively.) Everything I write can be traced back to that closet full of sustenance-- all that is dear and delightful as well as painful and confusing. Formerly I taught language arts and social studies to middle schoolers, and now I stay at home with our two young daughters, closer to our pantry.

2 comments

  1. Hey, I’m back from vacation and have some free time to meet up. Are you ever in the city these days? Maybe biergarten again? xoxoxo

    On Fri, Jul 22, 2016 at 11:00 AM, Sideways Angel: Heather Keysers Perspective wrote:

    > Heather Keyser posted: ” I hear you, small self. I am not numb! Sunlight > dapples and strums. I am an adult, with my hands on the wheel, but inside I > feel like wailing. I hear you, scared self. You are safe with me.” >

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