a quick note
your story is uniquely
beautiful
chaotic
and lovely
embrace it
hold it in your arms
and say
thank you for making me who i am
your story holds more power than you could ever know
<3, kate
p.s. enjoy reading bits of mine
new york, new york
i will miss
the melodic discordance
of the city that never sleeps
yet continually dreams
when i am back home
in my quiet town
i will miss the cacophony of sounds
that at first seemed so inconvenient
everyone in this city
has a story to tell
stories of hope or heartbreak
love or loss
many are who they wanted to be
when they were growing up
i want to be
that version of me
one day will
new york
epitomize that
for me?
seasons
we are told that life occurs in the span of a season
and that these happenings ensue for a reason
but it is hard to accept this statement’s truth
when our life’s tree always seems to be pulled uproot
maybe we need to shift our paradigm
and realize that seasons change all the time
while it is true that there will be trying moments
there are also so many beautiful components
for snowflakes can seem frigid and way too delicate
but they are also elegant and unique and intricate
after all, when snow gently falls on a Winter’s day
life is full of beaming smiles and worries carried away
and pollen may make us itch and scratch and sneeze
but the life and beauty it gives is carried on the breeze
after all, when Spring flowers appear in full bloom
the world around them can feel no gloom
and we may exhaust quickly of heat, sweat, and burns
but we come back to life as the warmth returns
after all, as the Summer sun’s beams dance on water
laughter and glee abound and our hearts grow fonder
and leaves may drop, leaving trees bare
but there is nothing quite like the cool, crisp air
after all, as the colors change, marking it Autumn
we love on our people, feeling thankful we’ve got them
when learning to view seasons from a new perspective
we can start to take a breath when life gets so hectic
perhaps seasons are not marked by hardships at all;
perhaps seasons are marked by growth of the soul
fragmentation
isn’t it crazy how
we are just tiny fragments of people’s lives
and sometimes
people have a
profound
impact on us
but to them
we are nothing but a mere speck
in the collective realm of their existence
rest
oh how i long for those slow days
waking up to the sound of birds outside my window
rather than the shrill sound of my alarm
making breakfast, reading a book, painting a landscape
listening to my neighbors laughing in the street
calling my friends, saying
hi, want to sit and do nothing?
there is a sense of community
of love
of belonging
in being able to simply
exist
with the ones you love
nothing to do, nothing to worry about
just you
and them
existing
oh how i long for those slow days
anxiety
why is it that sometimes
when there is so much good out there
i am stuck in my room, crying about something that
doesn't even matter
why is it that sometimes
when my friends are singing joy into the world
i can't even whisper
because my chest is so tight all i can do is breathe
why is it that sometimes
i somehow forget that
all the time
there are things to be thankful for
there are things bigger than me
there are people who love me
and then sometimes
i remember
and everything is okay
growing up
one day
not so long ago
you were little, oh so little
running around in your princess crown
tugging on your brother's hand saying
can we have a tea party now
now you're older, much older
you don't have time for a crown
it's gathering dust in the closet somewhere
you only see your brother every so often
for you live in a different town and
never to have a tea party
or wear your princess crown
chapter two
another year comes to an end,
sometimes i feel like i have to pretend
to always appear like i’m floating on air
choosing the prettiest pictures that fit in a square
but life is not always easy and fun
and sometimes i forget that i’m not the only one
who smiles and is thankful for every new day
but sometimes needs a moment to wipe tears away
so i take a moment to reflect on life’s haul
the lovely and ugly and mess of it all
i close my eyes and reflect on the joy
the blessings and love in which i rejoice
i am imperfectly human, that much is true
you cannot grow flowers without some dirt, too
an ode to theatre
you realized you loved playing pretend
so you did it in the spotlight
singing and dancing and acting and growing
you made friends
a second family
they pushed you out of your comfort zone
they said, you can be a leader
they said, we trust you
so you did it
you became a nurturer, too
a mini essay on love
one of the most timeless tales is that of
True Love
love is the driving force of humanity
it radiates out into the world
through the beams of our smiles
it twinkles through the air
on the notes of our laughter
it floats in the tears
produced from our souls
but as any realist knows
True Love does not happen upon us magically
as if cupid’s bow struck
a hopeless romantic
in the heart
or
a fairy godmother
waved her wand
and declared holy matrimony
True Love is not just
pure, unbridled happiness
rather, it is the combination of
unbridled happiness
and arduous work
and sacrifice
and numerous other complexities
True Love causes us to
confront our own priorities
and make the
conscious
challenging
wonderful
decision
to
choose
our person
every
single
day.