You are ‘Little Miss Positive’

(sometimes, what’s wrong with that)

..

Rainbow on the carpet

There’s hope in the everyday

I’m ‘the drama’ with magic in the palm

of my hands

The sprinkles of colour bounce

me into carefree

Splash joy into my being

Romanticise, to make

it all ok

It’s the little (big) things

Don’t you judge me for being hopeful

Hunker down and isolate

My wounds lead me astray

I see the beauty

and change

Go run with it

Frees my head space

It’s how I live my life

Who’s to say that’s not a wonderful

A mixture of cynic, from pain

And awe at the human condition

Who’s to say that you have the

only way

Hope and pain in the everyday

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Emotionally concerned

So fired up, I’m burned

The rhetoric that floating

about making small-talk is

wonderful

Self-publicity, networking

All the great juju. Juju

And voodoo

Banishing nasty spirits

Like the ones who find opening,

up with one person

Connecting, true

I can stand up, address a group

But, not about something deeply

personal and vulnerable

I have to put groups of people I connect

with, in boxes

and force myself to hold back

The bullying voice comes

Takes tax

The gaslighter thinking that you’re

wrong

That you add

and you subtract

You believed in her demons coming out

-and through

Now, she got you

Got in, twisted you inside out

As if (but you do)

You don’t belong

You don’t fit anywhere

Against those, with front, who play

the games

Front it out.

There’s snakes

Those pushing

others over, to climb ladders

The snakes that are winding,

believe you are ‘wrong’

You lived for so long in

functional freeze

And taught you that not

being like them

Means you do not belong

She turns my body into

feeling awful

Not satisfied, till I leave

They feed me the narrative of

Strong / Not strong

I leave.