This piece is stunning. Deserves to be framed in the international museum of poetic works.
So much truth, so vulnerable, shedding shame, showing UP, processing... I feel you and I see ME reflected here and I think that's the entire point of writing anything AT ALL EVER.
Absolutely brilliant, thank you for the shoutout, I will save this in my pocket for all time, you are amazing and incredible. Good day!! 🌷
Ma’am you have reduced me to a soul with full body chills….. THANK YOU!!! You absolutely inspired me and I’m so grateful for you! 🥹🥹🥹 Your support and reflections means oh so much. And it is one of the high forms of praise to know you see yourself in these reflections. Thank you for being here ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Jesus M. How the hell do you always do it? It's like you know my deepest, most hidden emotions and you just pull them right out and force me to face them head on. This was beautiful....❤️
♥️ Beaming with happy gratitude-licious feels right now. Thank you so much HHMC!!! 🥹 Being seen and holding space for others to be seen is such a powerful, beautiful thing. 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶
This is spectacular. This is how I wrote some of the first poems I wrote 20 years ago. I still write like this today. Life sometimes shows you gifts. Keep writing poetry cuz your pretty damn good at it.
Is all well deserved. I will also add it's a breath of fresh air to see writing in the form of which I speak. (Lots of profanity) So that's another reason I'll always be supporting you and your publication
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
We are the product of our genetics (over which we have NO control), and the sum of our experiences (good and bad), and how we react to them. Consider:
The Earth revolves at 1100 mph at the equator.
At the same time, it also revolves around the sun - 584 million miles a year, ~ 67,000 mph.
The sun revolves around the galaxy at an even faster rate.
The galaxy is receding from other nearby galaxies at an even *faster* rate.
*And we don’t even notice*.
The point is, NOTHING is ever exactly the same from instant to instant whether we’re aware of it or not - the only thing that is constant in the entire universe is constant CHANGE. If you’re not changing and growing, you’re stagnating. And that violates the laws of physics!
Not only are you entirely YOU, but there has NEVER been anyone like you in the history of history, nor will there ever be again. You are as different as the individual grains of sand on all the beaches and deserts worldwide, EVER, times a trillion.
So yes, indeed, YOU are YOU - incredibly unique and worthwhile. ONWARD, Megan.
Wow… soaking up all the beautiful truth of your words… thank you so much for sharing all of this! I definitely needed this perspective reminder. 🥹🙏 It’s such a powerful truth and it is so comforting… I am me. ♥️
Thank you for sharing this. Your Shame Sandwich reaches into the canyon of identity and self-questioning, and I feel it. There’s a raw, rhythmic ache in that repeated “Am I me?”—like a heart pressing against its own edges, waiting for someone to hear it.
Each stanza settles like sediment. I feel memory, pain, survival, and something true in all of it. You’re not asking for pity. You’re asking to be seen. And the way you name these questions—out loud, without dressing them up—that takes honesty. It takes clarity. I see that.
For me, what stays is how your poem becomes a mirror. Not just of you. It shows me what it means to carry a past that holds tight. I know what it is to grip the kitchen counter. I’ve watched my own reflection shift. I’ve tried to hold together a self that doesn’t quite stay in one piece. Your “Am I me?” doesn’t sound rhetorical to me. It’s a reaching out—hoping someone hears, hoping someone answers.
When you wrote “somehow, right now, I believe that… I am me,” I didn’t read that as closure. I read it as breath. As a start. It holds. It doesn’t push. It stays.
I’ve asked that question too. Not from despair. More as an opening. A way back to myself, even if only for a moment.
Wow, Jay… your words have touched me and left me with chills. 🥹✨🙏 Thank you… thank you for being here and sharing your beautiful reflections and energy with me!!! Your thoughts are going to linger with me long after I’ve read them. Thank you so much for seeing me. ♥️
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
I. Am. Reduced. To. AWE !!!!!!!!!!
Megan!!
A poet and she didn't know it?!
This piece is stunning. Deserves to be framed in the international museum of poetic works.
So much truth, so vulnerable, shedding shame, showing UP, processing... I feel you and I see ME reflected here and I think that's the entire point of writing anything AT ALL EVER.
Absolutely brilliant, thank you for the shoutout, I will save this in my pocket for all time, you are amazing and incredible. Good day!! 🌷
Ma’am you have reduced me to a soul with full body chills….. THANK YOU!!! You absolutely inspired me and I’m so grateful for you! 🥹🥹🥹 Your support and reflections means oh so much. And it is one of the high forms of praise to know you see yourself in these reflections. Thank you for being here ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Jesus M. How the hell do you always do it? It's like you know my deepest, most hidden emotions and you just pull them right out and force me to face them head on. This was beautiful....❤️
♥️ Beaming with happy gratitude-licious feels right now. Thank you so much HHMC!!! 🥹 Being seen and holding space for others to be seen is such a powerful, beautiful thing. 🥹🫶🫶🫶🫶
This is spectacular. This is how I wrote some of the first poems I wrote 20 years ago. I still write like this today. Life sometimes shows you gifts. Keep writing poetry cuz your pretty damn good at it.
Thank you so much K.L.!!!! Your words mean so much, and encourage me greatly. 🙏
Is all well deserved. I will also add it's a breath of fresh air to see writing in the form of which I speak. (Lots of profanity) So that's another reason I'll always be supporting you and your publication
Hell yeah!!! Here for all the profanity. 🙏
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
Thank you so much Virg!!! 🥹♥️🙏✨ And I’m SO glad you found you again! ❤️🔥
We are the product of our genetics (over which we have NO control), and the sum of our experiences (good and bad), and how we react to them. Consider:
The Earth revolves at 1100 mph at the equator.
At the same time, it also revolves around the sun - 584 million miles a year, ~ 67,000 mph.
The sun revolves around the galaxy at an even faster rate.
The galaxy is receding from other nearby galaxies at an even *faster* rate.
*And we don’t even notice*.
The point is, NOTHING is ever exactly the same from instant to instant whether we’re aware of it or not - the only thing that is constant in the entire universe is constant CHANGE. If you’re not changing and growing, you’re stagnating. And that violates the laws of physics!
Not only are you entirely YOU, but there has NEVER been anyone like you in the history of history, nor will there ever be again. You are as different as the individual grains of sand on all the beaches and deserts worldwide, EVER, times a trillion.
So yes, indeed, YOU are YOU - incredibly unique and worthwhile. ONWARD, Megan.
Brilliant writing.
Wow… soaking up all the beautiful truth of your words… thank you so much for sharing all of this! I definitely needed this perspective reminder. 🥹🙏 It’s such a powerful truth and it is so comforting… I am me. ♥️
And nobody else is…
Or even COULD be.
Megan,
Thank you for sharing this. Your Shame Sandwich reaches into the canyon of identity and self-questioning, and I feel it. There’s a raw, rhythmic ache in that repeated “Am I me?”—like a heart pressing against its own edges, waiting for someone to hear it.
Each stanza settles like sediment. I feel memory, pain, survival, and something true in all of it. You’re not asking for pity. You’re asking to be seen. And the way you name these questions—out loud, without dressing them up—that takes honesty. It takes clarity. I see that.
For me, what stays is how your poem becomes a mirror. Not just of you. It shows me what it means to carry a past that holds tight. I know what it is to grip the kitchen counter. I’ve watched my own reflection shift. I’ve tried to hold together a self that doesn’t quite stay in one piece. Your “Am I me?” doesn’t sound rhetorical to me. It’s a reaching out—hoping someone hears, hoping someone answers.
When you wrote “somehow, right now, I believe that… I am me,” I didn’t read that as closure. I read it as breath. As a start. It holds. It doesn’t push. It stays.
I’ve asked that question too. Not from despair. More as an opening. A way back to myself, even if only for a moment.
–Jay
Wow, Jay… your words have touched me and left me with chills. 🥹✨🙏 Thank you… thank you for being here and sharing your beautiful reflections and energy with me!!! Your thoughts are going to linger with me long after I’ve read them. Thank you so much for seeing me. ♥️
This is so gorgeous, please write a book of poems now?! 😂🖤✨
Ahhh thank you babe!!! 🥹♥️🫶 Maybe one day I will 🫶
This is so moving, and beautiful, and gut-wrenching too.. a powerful poem, Megan, well done 🫶
All the grateful feels, thank you so so much Jenny!!! 🥹🫶
🤍✨
Thank you so much for being here! 🥹🫶
Beautiful ♥️
Thank you!! 🥹♥️♥️♥️
Your are more than ME.... you are every one... the one that got me the mostest...
am I my mother’s wounds---am I playing a part I cannot uphold---Or am I lost in who I think I should be
WOW pretty damn good poetry if you ask me!
Chills, thank you for being here, thank you for sharing, thank you for being human with me ♥️♥️♥️
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
This is definitely poetry. It is a question I've grappled with at different times of my life. I had been so used to investing my identity in my vocation, my relationships, my parenthood. It was a longtime journey of discovery to find "me" again. Thank you for sharing your heart. I love this so much! Virg
Will the emphatic emphasis empty the orchestra,
When the soporific, senseless, sample of a climax,
Necessarily the thought seek substantive being,
Levels out the final one word: dandelion.
It may or may not be poetry. How should I know, I am no expert.
But it is profound. I loved this. It made me think. It made me feel.
Thank You