Category: Writing

You don’t own me, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, world.
And, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, fear.
And, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, family.
And, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, feelings.
And, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, friends.
And, I don’t owe you.

You don’t own me, job.
And, I don’t owe you.

I CHOOSE to:

Love.
Work.
Try.
Give.
Do.
Be.
Have.
Want.
Withhold.
Make do.
Don’t do.
Don’t be.
Laugh.
Cry.
Live.
Sit.
Run.
Walk.
Refuse.
Acquiese.
Digest.
Listen.
Learn.
Act, accordingly.
Act, stupidly.
Act.
Don’t act.
Don’t try.

You don’t own me.
I don’t owe you.

Take back, your chains.
I have no need of them.

Take back, YOUR perceptions, of me.
I take back, my perceptions, of you.

I don’t know you, not really.
You don’t know me, not really.

Let us agree, to disagree.

Let us begin, again.
Let us, begin, slowly, to learn.

Each, the other.
The other, about each.

Until, we agree that…

You don’t own me.
I don’t owe you.

With this knowledge, let us begin, anew.

Me, for you.
You, for me.

We.

Together.

Now, I give you, me, freely.

Why?

Because I owe you the best of me, freely choosing.

Why?

Because I own me, and I have given me, permission to choose, to be, to do. And, insodoing, I choose all of you.

Must you choose me?

Nope.

choosing you,
Me
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

I don’t have to be the one…

I don’t have to be the one…to hit the home run.
I just want to be part of…the team.
I don’t have to be the one…to receive the accocolades.
I just want to be part of…the cheering scene.
I don’t have to be the one…to receive the reward.
I just want to be part of…filling the stands.

I don’t have to be the one. Yet, I am one. One, of many. My turn may, or may not, come.
I may, or may not, be the next one:
Up, to bat.
Next, in line.

Yet, I choose to cheer you, in your turn.

Do I hope/wish you will do the same, for me?
Yes, yet, if you cheer not, be there not, for me, I shall be there, for me.

And, for you, still.

Yes, I don’t need to be the one.
Yet, I AM one, the only me that exists.
And, THAT, is more than enough, for me.
I am enough.
As, are you.
Be, you.
Allow me, to be, well me.

being me and cheering for you,
Me
Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Almost there.

Ah, am getting closer.

Groceries, orders.

Utensils, washed.

Spices, gathered.

Stove, scrubbed down.

All that awaits, now, is the knock on the door.

Hurry, dear driver, my simmering friend has been waiting for me. I have missed her. She has been waiting, with my young friend, who passed away.

Come, my simmering friend calls to me.

Go, Ms. C, my young friend, now encourages me. “Time for you to live now, Ms. C. I am free. Time for you to be free, as well. I lived my life, Ms. C. Time for you to live your life.”

I find I am ready.

Hurry, dear driver, my simmering friend waits for me.

Waiting with anticipation,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Anticipation.

Ah, the smell of simmering chili. I have missed it. I have missed how the smell made me feel. Missed being able to feel. Missed being able to putter with a free heart, with an unburdened heart.


Ah, the smell of simmering chili. I have missed the messiness of making a royal chili mess. Mess, everywhere. Smells, everywhere. Anticipation, everywhere.

Ah, the smell of simmering chili.

I shall see you soon, my simmering friend.

Anticipating,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Sing with me: Love songs in the dark.

Sing with me.

I find myself singing love songs in the dark.

Yep, it’s pitch black and I am singing love songs, quite badly, yet singing, still, in the dark.

Yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that…*sigh*, and the day before that and the day before that, I lay, in the dark, not feeling well, not feeling life, not feeling, well, wanted.

So, on those days, I just,well, lay, in the dark, feeling a tad sorry for myself. Okay, okay! Feeling greatly sorry for myself.

What did I do about it? Turned on the lights, started my day, my days, best I could and got on with the getting on mess of life when the LAST thing I wanted to do was to get on with the getting on ness of life.

Life is short, you see. We get no do overs. Must make the most of this life, of these times.

So, before dawn wrests away, the rest of this day, I sing, quite badly, in the dark.

Sing, with me.

singing in the dark,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

For my wombie: You SHALL make it through the rain.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=XeANNpTV02A&feature=share

Wombie,

You got this.

God got you.

I love you.

God loves you more.

I watch your back.

God covers the rest, He covers you.

Rest, now, wombie.

resting with my wombie,

Me

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Some things just meant for a wombie to hear…

P.S. For those who are alone, without a wombie, be encouraged. You are NOT alone.😘❤

Dance with me!

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=xja5nBE5wKA&feature=share

💃💃

Life has been, well, life.

Whew.

Whew!

WHEW!!

Yet, I am here, still.

Yet, I have been eating hard for breakfast lunch and dinner, still.🤷‍♀️

Yet, I have made chili, through tears, still.

Yet, I take out the trash, still.

This morning, I greeted hard with a cup of coffee, a song and a…

DANCE PARTA!!💃💃

Dance with me!

We got this.

Don’t allow your hard days to take away from the good in the day.

I shall dance for those not yet free to dance, today. You, shall dance, again. You, shall dance, for the first time.

dancing with/for you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Let Him take the rest.

Life gets impossibly hard, at times. During those impossibly hard times, let God, let Life, take the rest.

You have, you ARE, doing your all, giving your all, being your all.

Yet, during impossibly hard times, your all feels, seems, appears to be as nothing. In fact, YOU feel as nothing:

Life-less.

Hope-less.

Defense-less.

During your time of ‘less’, remember to let God, to let Life, take on more, take the rest.

So that you can have some rest.

Rest, now, beloved.

You got this.

And, even when you don’t got this, KNOW that God does, that Life does. That is enough, for today.

resting with you,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

P.S. Although, my fingers have been silent, my thoughts, prayers, and hopes for your future have been impossibly loud. Keep going. I go with you.

Write your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to do.

God: Fight your way out.

Me: I don’t know how.

God: Write your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to say.

God: Praise your way out.

Me: I don’t know what to sing.

God: Make your way out.

Me: I don’t know where to start.

God: Choose your way out.

Me: I don’t know where to go.

God: Where am I?

Me: Here.

God: Where is here?

Me: Right beside me.

God: Who is at the beginning?

Me: You.

God: Who is at your middle?

Me: You.

God: Who is already at your end?

Me: You.

God: Write your way out. With Me, beside you.

Me: I will.

brb,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

Real talk: Just a few steps is more than enough.

I have not felt well. Not for a while.

And, for that while, I have, er, had been able to valiantly tell myself to suck it up buttercup, keep it moving homie, keep pushing, keep on keeping on…

Rinse.

Repeat.

Repeat.

Rinse.

That is, to my chagrin, to my dismay, to my disdain, I found myself unable, unwilling, un whateverthehellyouwanttocallit to DO.

Anything.

Anyone.

Anywhere.

Anyhow.

I did NOT want to fight work system issues, yet again.

I did NOT want to fight health issues, yet again.

I did NOT want to fight what the hell do I do with the rest of my life as I am no longer able, willing or capable of living this half life that is NOT my dreams, yet again.

I did NOT want to hear God, to hear Life, to hear my spirit, to hear my heart say for me to keep going, to keep growing, yet again.

Yet, again, what did I do?

I, began, again, and took just a step ot two, yet again.

I did not venture far.

I had not the strength, you see.

Yet, I trusted God.

Yet, I trusted Life.

Yet, I trusted ME.

To, begin again, step out, again, reach out, again, reach towards, again, chase after, again, all those things yet before me.

After a few steps, I looked behind me and saw all the road traveled.

I, sighed.

Yet, in looking back, in seeing all those many small steps that now looked like a mighty long way, gave me the energy to take a few steps more.

After a few steps, I looked before me and saw an endless stretch of road ahead.

I, sighed.

Yet, in looking forward, in seeing all the possibilities lurking ahead, gave me just enough energy to hurry my steps.

I, sighed.

Knowing that just a few steps are more than enough.

moving every so slightly towards my dteams,

Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe