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Missing
a woman is missing
lost in a world created by anxiety and driven by depression
can she break the cycle of anger
is it too late
has she caused damage
irreversible by change
will she ever find herself
internalize her strength
rescue it from her own mind
Shattered
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
Aviation
Waterfall of pink
Over cool rocks of ice
Sweet taste of summer
Splash of bitter notes
All for my benefit or detriment
A few hours worth of numbness
an evening’s full of peace
-b.e.
Who I Am
i am not limited by your perception of me
i am who i am
and it’s taken me a long time to figure that out
to learn what is me
and what was forced on me by you
what was carved into me by you
it’s been painful
to peel back each layer
to question what i thought was myself
and find out that it’s not
to discover me
the pure unadulterated version of who i am
for that i will be forever grateful
-b.e.
loose edges
anger and sadness
weaved into a complex fabric
draped across my heart
frayed loose threads
just waiting to be pulled
Silence
today words come out better on paper than out of my mouth
a mood where i know speaking will only make it worse
a day i know that the silence is better
Emotional Typewriter
I’m too angry to write.
The feelings are there, but the words escape me.
Gritted teeth, the forceful tapping of fingertips.
Absolute frustration exploding from my thoughts.
Incoherent strings of words are all that’s left.
And then, a gasp,
A release of coherence, calm and collected.
Words untangle the mess of emotions.
Words give an identity to feelings otherwise trapped.
Words begin to manifest peace.
-b.e.
The Hive
My mind knows it’s not worth it.
That it’s not worth getting angry.
But my body hasn’t figured that out.
My body is tired, tired of constantly being in fight or flight mode.
Tired of choosing fight and regretting it instantly.
The persistent buzz just beneath the surface of my skin.
The swarm of angry bees ready to fight.
My body exhausted, using up energy to smoke them into submission.
But if I don’t,
If I knock the hive and let them loose,
I won’t be the only person stung.
-b.e.
The Crown
Life will not get the best of you.
You have to fight it.
Prove it wrong.
Prove to the universe that you will not be toppled like a fallen kingdom.
You are worthy of the battle.
You will take a hit and then swing back.
Life will kick you down.
Shove your face into the mud.
You will fight back.
You will push your way back to your feet.
You will triumph over the bruised and bloodied field.
You will be stronger, wiser, smarter.
You are worthy of the crown.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 