in this little nirvana i made,
i plead with change
to not break me again.
Please, i got all my shards
back together,
years of effort,
held together
by duct tape and twine.
Before i wallow,
remember:
do my woes matter
when so many suffer
beyond the grasp
of mercy?
10/24/25
in this little nirvana i made,
i plead with change
to not break me again.
Please, i got all my shards
back together,
years of effort,
held together
by duct tape and twine.
Before i wallow,
remember:
do my woes matter
when so many suffer
beyond the grasp
of mercy?
10/24/25
like so many in the past,
but in this case,
i know,
that the winds of change
will blow,
without a second thought
to my bliss.
i create all the joy i can
in these moments i have
to cultivate compassion
and realize gratitude is grace.
23 October 2025, 11:07 pm by ashafenn
like so many in the past,
but in this case,
i know,
that the winds of change
will blow,
without a second thought
to my bliss.
i create all the joy i can
in these moments i have
to cultivate compassion
and realize gratitude is grace.
23 October 2025, 11:07 pm by ashafenn
into my lap,
until i can barely see
anything else -
and here i am,
using the same vehicle
to remind myself
that there is compassion,
even if all i have
is what i create here
in my solitude
and safety.
Let me use this time well
for i will never know
how long i have.
22 Oct 2025
into my lap,
until i can barely see
anything else -
and here i am,
using the same vehicle
to remind myself
that there is compassion,
even if all i have
is what i create here
in my solitude
and safety.
Let me use this time well
for i will never know
how long i have.
22 Oct 2025
i dissolve
in this joy
i manufacture -
and i know cannot last,
for change is the only constant.
So i create compassion
in music, language, and painting,
so i can be held aloft
as the ground shifts
under my feet.
Lost and blessed,
i have become expert
in enduring.
22 oct 2025
i dissolve
in this joy
i manufacture -
and i know cannot last,
for change is the only constant.
So i create compassion
in music, language, and painting,
so i can be held aloft
as the ground shifts
under my feet.
Lost and blessed,
i have become expert
in enduring.
22 oct 2025
exhausts me.
The world
of people and things
terrifies us all,
so many suffer;
being safe is a privilege
like never before in my life.
i keep telling people
about passing by default,
poverty, pain,
all the suffering,
because i need to remember
that i endure,
flowing like water.
20 Oct 2025
exhausts me.
The world
of people and things
terrifies us all,
so many suffer;
being safe is a privilege
like never before in my life.
i keep telling people
about passing by default,
poverty, pain,
all the suffering,
because i need to remember
that i endure,
flowing like water.
20 Oct 2025
i never thought i'd lose,
the one who swore
the camaraderie
would flourish
until one of us
exhaled that last time.
Like sisters,
we shared so much.
Only, now i'm finally clear headed
in a way i haven't been in years,
coaxing this unreasonable hope,
1/3
#impromptupoetry
i never thought i'd lose,
the one who swore
the camaraderie
would flourish
until one of us
exhaled that last time.
Like sisters,
we shared so much.
Only, now i'm finally clear headed
in a way i haven't been in years,
coaxing this unreasonable hope,
1/3
#impromptupoetry
i can cry
with both eyes
and the tears
have been welling up
at random intervals.
i am so grateful.
Beloved breath
no longer has to be
supervised.
Speaking is clear,
singing even better,
and my eyes improved.
1/2
#impromptupoetry
i can cry
with both eyes
and the tears
have been welling up
at random intervals.
i am so grateful.
Beloved breath
no longer has to be
supervised.
Speaking is clear,
singing even better,
and my eyes improved.
1/2
#impromptupoetry
left destruction
among their families,
in the world.
i know what privilege & luck
have bought me.
This peace was not earned
any more than the trauma
that preceded it.
i pray to do better
than the past,
to lead with love,
cultivating compassion
rather than cruelty.
10/13/2025
left destruction
among their families,
in the world.
i know what privilege & luck
have bought me.
This peace was not earned
any more than the trauma
that preceded it.
i pray to do better
than the past,
to lead with love,
cultivating compassion
rather than cruelty.
10/13/2025
i try to solve the problem
myself,
as always.
It has felt
my whole life
like i am the only one
that i can rely on.
1/3
i try to solve the problem
myself,
as always.
It has felt
my whole life
like i am the only one
that i can rely on.
1/3
i know,
but today has been edging to tears
since kind help left,
In my impotence,
i've been learning
about points and other things,
selling this home
i've cherished for so long
became real.
1/3 #impromptupoetry
i know,
but today has been edging to tears
since kind help left,
In my impotence,
i've been learning
about points and other things,
selling this home
i've cherished for so long
became real.
1/3 #impromptupoetry
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
i spent the day,
whole and enough,
tucked
within letter and line,
thankful
for this time
to grow drunk
on my love
for how colors blend,
and the stories
that a smile
can tell. 1/2
moving through my lungs
with such tender effort,
i am grateful
for this moment
of safety and mercy
in a world gone mad.
Let's dance
in letter and line,
building compassion
until it covers everything
like the tide
has come in.
Let's live inside our loving.
10/2/2025 by ashafenn
moving through my lungs
with such tender effort,
i am grateful
for this moment
of safety and mercy
in a world gone mad.
Let's dance
in letter and line,
building compassion
until it covers everything
like the tide
has come in.
Let's live inside our loving.
10/2/2025 by ashafenn
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry
i flow.
Each exhale
wheezes it sway out
soaked in gratitude,
while every inhale
is seduced
by the wonders
that can be made
with pen and paper,
letter and line,
and a few hours
of my time.
impromptu poems by ashafenn,
25 September 2025
#poetry