Tornado

Tornado

There’s a tornado ripping through me –
picking up memories and throwing
them back at me like missiles.
For too long I’ve watched from a distance,
not realizing it was in my power to
grab it by its tail, take control of the wind,
pluck out pieces of me blowing about,
and use them to plug
the holes left in my heart.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz

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What Comes

What Comes

I won’t ever be that girl –
perfected in form and taste.
I won’t fit into boxes
meant for regularity.
I won’t become the image
of perfection.
I am me. Just me.
Willing to play it by ear,
follow the light of the moon,
and dance in the glow
of what may come.

~

Learning to be fluid, amid life throwing unknown curves our way, is a difficult thing. Accepting ourselves is even harder. I think we should all have a mantra we speak daily to remind us we are perfectly flawed and wonderful the way we are.

~ Nikki Anne Schmutz