What’s masking What’s real? Is there such a thing as reality in a world with thin layers that bleed as they peel Are rhymes a high note Taking the truth out of the day Because, honestly, grief constricts of endless The vice that, only partially, crushes Harnessing ‘failures’ to shame .. Bought and sold The me you own There and, consistently Can be your steady anchor That’s the me that I vow to pull in and take home Angel Sunflowers Wrapping In those who feel like home to me

everyday inspiration, healthy relationships, boundaries poem

I had Love letters, notes to each other written in my phone possible .. tarastarpoetry.medium.com Pride The parts of me that wanted, and...

poetry, poem diary some fiction, some inspired by experiences or abstract versions of experiences, or emotions, more vague

an old thought

Days and nights - 9 Your crimes become my problem, your shaming language, judgement

This became my world

Ideas sheared Cut up into ‘ we do it this way ’ Anything outside of the ‘standard’ is feared I appear A smile widening A knowing , that...

Things shouldn’t be the way they were, just because they’ve always been, trauma, doesn’t make sense, change, move forward, growth

ADHD awareness, working hard, exhaustion, masking, trying feeling behind shame. The basket on the water, poetry, child like,

Clean What would I wash away Everything - and so many days But then where would I be now and where would the learning be Because I am who...

child parts, curled around my fingers, Wishing - like a child, ‘educating’ for you to hate my wild

Could you? Tara star

posting, algorithmic writing, can’t be ‘calculated’, can’t influence, just want to write and raise awareness, thinking about what it all mea

Introduction, notes, poetry, ADHD and internal messaging received, shame, IBS

not feeling comfortable in my body, glass houses, all kittens and unicorns, people aren’t what you believe, tara star poetry, ice dancers

You bend and you flow

Lets talk, it's OK to not be OK Stay

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Anthem I rise I don’t care what the digs are I float up into the air Dance with winds and twist my wrists As if never having a care We...