The Inner Critic’s Lesson

Dear inner critic

Why so dismissive?

Of creative expression

Laying awake at night – restless

In a state of deception

Convincing yourself

you’re never good enough

Desperate for affirmation

Confusing it with love

Tell me “why bother?”

When failure hovers

Well- what if I were to tell you

Failure is fiction?

What would you think

Of such a valuable lesson?

And with discretion

You’ll begrudgingly accept it

Because failure’s friend – perfection

Too – does not exist

As they disappear before your eyes

Those illusions won’t be missed

And should they return

And you revert to old ways…

I’ll remind you – with love

We find lessons in mistakes


© 2019 Mena B.

Sad Poems


Today I realized why

I write poems

When I’m sad, mad – just feeling all-around bad…

Because something happens in this state

When I create…

It becomes the vehicle to a place

Of love

And it may differentiate

From person to person

But carries the essence

of a flying dove


Yes, I mold the Artist’s clay!

And display my dismay

By means of prose

Express my woes

And no –

Need to be afraid of the

Lowest lows

For Future’s unfold

Needn’t be escaped

You could live for tomorrow –

But why not live for today?

Yes, I write poems when I’m in a negative state

Because magic happens every time I create…


©️ 2019 Mena B.

Beautiful Mysteries

There’s beauty in her mystery


Magic in her wonder

A storm in her breath

Her voice – the likes of thunder

And I am but the witness

To her magnificence –

In awe

Through weathered storms

We wander

Seeking shelter

In the raw

What I thought I’d seen

I – in fact

Never saw

Visions dance with illusions

Under rain’s

forgotten fall

When we come out the other side

There’s no telling what will



by her mystique

Such beauty to behold

Nature’s release

Takes form

Will you listen to her call?

Watch your wishes

float in wonder

Surrender to her storm…

Surrender to it all…


©️ 2019 Mena B.

The Poetic Proposition


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Allow me to make

A poetic proposition

With the condition

Of agreeable tone and rhythm

And equivocal nature…


To the subjective

The passing of time

Perspective’s shift

The blinking of eyes

In best interest

The “good” and “bad”

Happy and sad

Light and shadow sides

A delicate balance

Both exist to survive

Upon each other, they rely

This poetic justice…

The means to be alive…

©️ 2019 Mena B.

The Unexpected Guest

However, anxiety-inducing

I guess I prefer

Connect over


As fearful neglect

Will ring in my ears

And I snap

as your footsteps draw near

The reality is…

I want you here

The reality is…

I’m afraid I’ll disappear

And you validate

My deepest fears

No, I’m not alone

My dear, Anxiety’s here



Feminine Rain

art by Liesl Long


Feminine Rain

Sit in the state

Of resilient strength

And honor the hopes

Of young feminine


In a world where one

Can empower many

We create the world

Where future generations carry

Their voices

Heard from mountain tops

Creating ripples to waves –

The perfect storm for change…

Empowered feminine energy spreads across this day

My, how I love dancing in feminine rain…

©️2019 Mena B.