I gotta turn off the noise
in my head
in my hand
on this screen
in this world
I’m living all wrong
priorities a million
flippant flipping people off in my wake
fickle pickling
stress rising
i gotta say it aloud
despite how it may make you feel
make others feel
I’ve very little room left
for me
so I carve carve carve
as much as I can
but the double edges sword is that
I need the faces, the friends
the solidarity
the isolation is my biggest fear
and I cannot keep it up
I can no longer keep it up
Ah the attachment styles, applied in our youth.
By our parents.
I was the anxious attachment type.
I feared abandonment, I hated isolation.
Then a friend came. She was avoidant attachment type
We verified each other, yet we were no match.
Life taught me attachment styles can change.
We can become secure attachment types.
I found security in my history.
I found I was secured by angels who saved me from certain death.
Certain death many times. I found God has my life planned .
His advice came from friends. I took their advice.
All is well with the creator and my soul.
I am attached to Love.
Love is as I learned it, ---my book of love.
Yet not my book. I had several friend ---main authors, and many co authors.
I think we all have authors. We adapt.