Dakota Love Dangler
Bio
Because it's easier to write my thoughts than speak them.
Stories (22/0)
My Love Letter to You
True to my core, I feel so deeply and you would never know a quarter of it. I am shamefully sensitive, however icy my countenance. I absorb every sweet notion committed in my orbit and it never leaves me. When reflecting on my life, my hyper critical nature replays every mistake and relives every unfortunate or embarrassing moment. I also see those seconds taken out of one’s day to kiss beautiful words into the wind, piercing the oxygen flowing in my direction. The time anyone takes to send me anything so starkly wipes out any “can you…” request I have ever received. I wish I could accurately honor or express how immensely every compassionate, generous, thoughtful gesture effects me. The profoundness can be strangling, but so can the sombering pain. The highs cannot be acknowledged without the sting of the lows, and as someone who both feels so deeply and can be so detached, I can never quite convey just how confounding it can all feel. The whirl I am tangled in feels outstanding. However, I noticed, it is something intangible that I more often feel grateful for than I loathe. I will revisit this and cringe at how dramatic it all feels in two days time, but when someone laughs at my sarcasm, embraces me, serves me a warm meal without a word or tells me I do not need to apologize for them voluntarily lending a hand, my heart will soar and weep with the incredulity of this life I lead. I glance at my texts and I see a thread from a lost family member. Instantly I recall the most vulnerable conversations shared with all of those lost. I realize how lucky I am to have experienced that, to experience those people, those moments in time. Small moments making themselves large and irrevocable in my heart, in my mind. How did I ever manage to form such a beautiful, lasting fortress around me?
By Dakota Love Dangler6 months ago in Poets
Self Preservation
Every time I get hurt, I fold into myself. I bookmark the occasion and set myself reminders, as someone does when they hike a trail they have never ventured. Breadcrumbs, they prevent me from repeating the same mistake or same behavior twice. I will know next time.
By Dakota Love Danglerabout a year ago in Poets