Sleeves rolled up and all hands on deck 
What I’d rather want is your fingers on my neck
& combing my hair 
Allowing my soul to bare 
All that I swallowed 
Prisoner of my brain 
Walls of pain 
And I can’t get out 
And it weighs so heavy 
Placing a levy 
On my brain
Taxing and driving me insane 
Let me be
Let me rest 
Let me sleep away my triggers
So they don’t get any bigger 
Tomorrow’s a new day 
I’ll be ok 
In this I pray
And move through this ? lock 
This mental block 
Opening the light again 
Your hands, my zen 
Please God


  • Jen Whitney

    CEO of Being Fierce

    Inspired and Inspire! Truth dweller of raw grit; exposed and naked on the page. Learning. Evolving. Emerging. What a ride! Co-parent to three. Director.  Poet. Writer. Space- Explorer. Transformed my life. Lost the mental weight, lost 60 pounds, created space, filled with self-love, now use the word impossible with caution. —— We are all worthy of self-respect and self-responsibility and we can prove it in our actions. Let's go get it!