Monthly Archives: October 2018

My smile My confidence My air of regality My calmness in the middle of storms My anger My neurotic cleaning My writing My incessant sharing My pressured, long winded speech My stubbornness My willingness to walk away My huge ego My constant “checking in on you” My jokes My laughs. Scientists call it a placeboContinue reading “Placebo”

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Things are happening. This very moment, as I write this, things are happening. Doors are  opening, wounds are healing. Storms are clearing, the ocean is brewing, waves are crashing; wiping away old things and bringing in new ones. I am not trying to be poetic here, but I am definitely…

Things are happening. This very moment, as I write this, things are happening. Doors are  opening, wounds are healing. Storms are clearing, the ocean is brewing, waves are crashing; wiping away old things and bringing in new ones. I am not trying to be poetic here, but I am definitely being prophetic; I am declaringContinue reading “Things Are Happening”

I didn’t understand it I felt it. I felt to my core My soul cried Not just my heart; Ever membrane in my body aches The atoms that make up my existence My astral body My past self Every part of my who I am Feels it. And I like it. I no longer fearContinue reading “Empathy”

I found a new psychiatrist. We had a great chat before the serious stuff and we connected over being alumni of the same university. It was nice. Then he started the checklist. Oh, I hate the checklist. It is so impersonal, I am no longer Imani, I become the girl with bipolar disorder. Are youContinue reading “Feeling(s)”

~ Imani S. Maxwell 03.10.2018 DRL: St. John’s to Cornerbrook, NL I want to be a mural on your bed A permanent fixture in your arms I want to be peered at Inspected from all angles I want to be touched Stroked Lightly Firmly Feel the smooth velvet of my skin The softness of myContinue reading “I Know”