
Body vs Mind

Hurt before she’d been
A plate shattered on the floor
And then suddenly
Someone came to pick her up
Without even knowing it
They glued her back together
Piece by piece
Salt in the air
A fresh breath of life.
The soft give of sand under foot,
Warmth of the sun across my face.
Shades of blue and gold along a blank canvas of amber.
I never was more at peace than painting by the sea.
-b.e.
It’s terrifying really,
Knowing that what you want to do
And what you need to do are at odds.
Realizing that what you think you are called to do isn’t really what your passion might be.
Sometimes you just have to find the job that lets you do what you love.
Sometimes it’s the same thing, sometimes it’s not.
Sometimes you struggle with who you really are; outside of a wife
a mother
or a daughter.
I, myself, am a writer; despite my best efforts to prove to myself otherwise.
I’m sorry Tamir.
I’m sorry that you grew up in a world where you, a child, weren’t given the shadow of a doubt.
I’m sorry that you were tried and executed because of the color of your skin.
I’m sorry that you still won’t get justice.
I’m sorry that the system is so obviously stacked against you.
I’m sorry that you lived and died in a world that could have been better and so many chose to ignore it.
-b.e.
It’s so loud
Deafening, ear piercingly loud
Soft split seconds punctuated by a crash.
-b.e.
if 2020 taught me anything
it’s that we’re all broken
we all need a little grace
from time to time
-b.e.