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.
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.
It wasn’t love.
Not even for a minute.
But it was just enough to make her forget.
Just enough touch to black out the hurt.
Fueled by a lonely heart and moonshine.
Just enough to make her miss him even more.
-b.e.
Who you are in this moment,
Is exactly who you are needed to be.
Embrace it.
Embrace you.
Live within yourself
just be
-b.e.
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.
Love is a wave.
Rushing at you like water towards the shore.
It’ll wash away stones leaving beautiful memories behind.
Shiny little shells, each with a story to tell.
It’ll crash into you and knock you back a step.
And as it rushes back, it pulls you deeper.
Slowly, little by little, until all at once,
you’re wrapped in waves and carried out to sea.
-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.
b.e. poetry: A place for my words 