Kamna's Blog

My heart is full of grace for what I have, and been given As those are two different things What I have is what I choose to keep What I've been given is by, of, and from love My heart is full of hunger for what I am to learn So much to see and do Seeking discomfort like a junkie Yet anxious because of fleeting, slippery time The newness of knowledge and unasked for wisdom like holes in a blanket of complacency and self righteousness My heart is full of discontentment for everything I've told myself I need but don’t have yet Yearning and obsession with the idea that what I need will save me from who I am like holding onto sand so tight that it's a palmful of nothing by the time I'm ready to open up My heart is full of grief for all I have lost Versions of myself I miss like I would an old dear friend Corners and drawers in a room that no longer exists Except in the squiggly creases of long term memory My heart is full of hope that is largely little; sometimes large and s...

What's a reasonable amount to bleed? I bet it is too much if you pass out from it? Is it too much if standing up feels like work? It's a chore isn't it? Being a woman with lady parts It is exhausting, mentally & physically A bright Sunday morning that's supposed to feel open and euphoric and free Made inconvenient and messy and uncomfortable Parts that can't be dismantled, pain that can’t be shared It's a lonely cross to bear

I wasn't trying to be polite When I said that you sang without rhythm You just don't wait for the song to flow like I do You rewrite the rules for how music should feel I confess it is not rare I mean to be mean but, I like when you sing when you see I'm blue Tuneless and a little stupid, I still sense the melody Tuning out I could be, tired too I rewrite the rules when it comes to tuning into you