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May 4, 2018 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

I dont know if i’ll ever be the same
never felt as scary
as it does now.
i sit
without a blueprint, or a clue.
no liberty in the uncertainty.
only burdened
by the clock ticking
-time wasted-
on what i couldn’t face.

wait and see is no comfort
when you’re trying to find who you are.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2018/05/967/

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: creative writing, Poetry

February 7, 2018 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

not sure how many times
i will let you
reject me
but,
i keep trying to see the sunshine
when all you show me are your rainy days.

it seems so easy for everyone
to tear apart the past into little pieces
rearranging memories so they fit convinently
into a shiny new life.
does it fix a broken heart
or salve a guilty conscious?

my heart doesn’t work that way.
it all stays.
i see the rays between the clouds
and you only want to push me away

maybe i’ll let the storm wash over me
and drown out the bright spots
but,
why should i hide my light?

http://quitewhimsical.com/2018/02/894/

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My Word for 2018

December 31, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

This year has been one of the most challenging of my life. I walked into 2017 very unsure of the direction my life was going. I chose Clarity as my word of the year to better understand what was going on and what changes needed to be made. I spent most of the year struggling with grief and letting go, the summer was a bit of a reprieve but then at the end of this year another heartbreaking loss has come. Life is precious and we all forget to remember that as much as we should.

I’ve been pondering what my word should be for a month or so. In my quest to “let go” I have realized how difficult it is for me to be okay with making mistakes, how I don’t speak to myself as kindly as a I could and how often I place my validation in others. I came to the conclusion that self-love and acceptance are high up on my priority list– but in what way? I thought of TRUST as a possible word for the year (to trust that things will be okay) and RADICAL SELF LOVE but they didn’t quite hit the mark. Finally, I came to NOURISH.

The literal definitions couldn’t say it any better…

2.to cherish, foster, keep alive, etc.
3.to strengthen, build up, or promote

 

 Less critical self-talk, more pursuing hobbies that make me happy. Less anxiety over things I can’t control and more time with people I love, enjoying the present moment. Loving the self by taking care of it.
What is your word of the year?

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December 21, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

I have felt lost
for so long
that it may be home.
those fleeting moments
when i’ve heard i love you
or made grand plans
were nothing found
just delusions of security
echoing against
my broken corners.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/12/857/

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November 26, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

in the oddest moments
i grieve.
i sage, i cry
i do every letting go ritual i can find.
and there is peace.
until i see his favorite coffee is on sale
and almost grab it.
or my dreams betray me,
and there he appears
to say all of the awful things
i fear about myself
are true.
when will i learn it is okay
to make mistakes?
love,
and people
change.
i am no longer the person who loved him.
i may miss her
but she’s gone.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/11/854/

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October 23, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

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September 27, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

hands were held
and
promises made
with a naivety i thought i’d outgrown
long ago

in my haste
to make things bullet proof
i mistook his excitement
as love
instead of opportunity

he made his mistakes with me
through me
with not one drop
of loyalty

love cannot be tucked away
and protected
trying to find the right way
i discovered
it was all wrong

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/09/846/

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August 28, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

the pain of being broken
is subsiding.
my mind has stopped replaying
the moments
where i was wrong
or
when he lied.

now my mind asks
in those quiet hours,
where soft notes
& delicate harmonies
keep me company.

where do i go from here?

how can i tell this story
when i can hardly
accept the words
as truth.

yet here i am
midway through a chapter
i hope
won’t be titled Regret.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/08/838/

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: heartbreak, love, Poetry, regret

July 12, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

if you want me
say it.
i will hold your hand
through anything
and
you know it.

i don’t have to be the one that got away.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/07/817/

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May 10, 2017 By Elizabeth Wilson Leave a Comment

where do i belong
and
does it matter if i don’t?

will this longing ever go
or is it a piece of my soul
that i shouldn’t wish away?

if i am
basic
boring
mediocre
dim
why do i want more?

i thought ignorance was bliss.

http://quitewhimsical.com/2017/05/785/

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