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Pieces, Stardust, and What is Left of Me

I want you to imagine a life, a good life. A time filled with fun, addiction, family, and fakeness.
Then one day everything changes, a light goes on while the other goes out. What once was is now fallen away and nothing seems the same.
A search begins for the truth, what lies behind the veil. Is there even one or is it all an illusion, trick of the mind. What is real.

Along the path something clicks and you find contentment amongst the confusion, a place that finally makes sense. A concept that used to not even exist. You think it is over, it is only the beginning. The end of who you are is the target the bullet did not miss.
You believed in your dreams, the visions and voices. When they are on constant repeat it becomes impossible to tell the difference.
Your bleeding heart turns to stone and your body to glass, your soul in ashes.

Visualize this for me.
Take a chisel and start chipping away at the glass. Watch as the cracks begin to form and spread like a virus.
*You are worthless.
*Stupid.
*I hate you.
*Find salvation for being who you are.
*You are selfish and a whore.
*Sacrifice your children, you have after all, done it before.
*Get your shit together, no one has time for you anymore.
*We love you but…….but what?

One more hit and everything shatters, millions of pieces, scattered with the ashes. The force smashes the stone into stardust, from which we came, and all that remains of you is a broken mind, a psychotic mess who feels nothing but pain.
In the end I hope some miracles do remain, that all the tiny pieces begin to come together again. Nothing however will ever be the same.
You are a tiny little bird, in a very large cage.

~Jennifer Steen

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Sins

I feel so dirty
So unclean
Nothing pure
Sin seeps out my pores
Staining the floor beneath my feet
I feel so sick inside
Tired of hiding who I am
Filthy mind
Desires of the natural kind
Programming the biology to infect the mind
Love and sex combine
Lust right behind
The push and pull pulses beneath my skin
Shadowed eyes hold the heavy weight of the sin upon my skin
What a beautiful thing, the ancient dance within, sharing desires and the thrills that lies within
Tell me again
That I am an original sin
I may never be able to forget
The whispers still echo within
Remnants of another time and another life
My dirty original sin
The purest kind there is

~JuJu

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Black Tears

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I will never forget that day, I was only five years old

The atmosphere was somber, everyone sad and morose

I stood in a building that I did not know

Surrounded by faces of family and friends

I could not fully comprehend

I will always remember the black tears that were cried

Went on a car ride to a place full of stones

As we got out of the car, I knew not where to go

I stared at a blue colored box, shiny and long

An American flag adorned on the top

As I scanned the faces of everyone around

I wondered where you were and why you could not be found

As they lowered the box, it hit me just then

It was you in there

You had broken your promise to me and were never coming back

I screamed and I cried, tried to break free

I was going with you since you were never coming home to me

As reality set in, I gave up the fight

Then my world went dark

Just like my light

-Jennifer Steen (Muns)

I love you daddy!

Photo by Tiara Hendricks @Fat Girl Photography and @Confluent Productions

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🖤

I want you to understand what is it like for me
It is not at all how I thought it would be, every little thing feels like the end to me
Every ache and pain scares me
My days are filled with making memories, in case they are all you have left of me
I want to live the happiest I can be
All while slowly falling into the abyss of misery
I lay awake at night for fear of falling asleep
I cry in the morning, thankful I get another chance to hug my babies
To tell my husband how much he means to me
Maybe this will be the day for another epiphany
An answer to a prayer for what is best for me
I can write what’s in my heart and share it for the world to see
It is important for you to know what life is like with chronic illness you see
Not only for the ones you love but the chance you may face the same adversity
We are people just like you, with hopes and dreams
We fight silent battles that no one sees
We must advocate for ourselves while fighting for our lives
I hope now you understand me
I am coming to the realization that this is how it is supposed to be

~Jennifer Steen

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Realization 102

I am a cutter, not physically, but emotionally. When I have had enough, I walk away and slam the door in your face. There is usually a warning that one does not heed or sometimes I do it without an verbal explanation. It is the INFP-T in me.

I am not a fan of wasting my time, my energy, and my self respect. I can be the most loving individual or as cold as ice. Admittedly, I often find myself to be passive aggressive and confused about my feelings. I find myself at war with what is right for me versus what is right for the collective.

I have spent a great deal of time focusing on why I do the door slam. There are a ton, just to let you know, but I am going to focus on the one that matters the most to me. I have come to the conclusion that those people “loved” me with conditions. I love without conditions and so I will not accept any less. It has cost me so much but it had to be done for my peace of mind and health. I will be forever sorry for that because I do not like to hurt people. I hope one day for forgiveness. The act of loving yourself completely is an act of sacrifice.
I have finally found my tribe and are surrounded by those who love me without conditions or expectations, I love you all more than you will ever know!
~Jenn