Swipe Left On Perfection

Oh, Just another 40 year old AuDHD woman with a lot to say….after maybe a side quest or two.

Bellew is a comedic writer, Poet, the possessor of hilarious dating experiences, and the holder of the bear necessities.

Poem: What You Carry

Let them keep their own stormy weather.
If a cloud names you unworthy,
don’t stand in the rain explaining—
step into your own sun.

Not everyone will clap
when you breathe, bloom, begin.
Some will measure you with bent rulers,
some will leave mid-sentence.

Wave anyway.
A closed door is just a wall
you don’t need to lean on.

Let the wind take the labels.
Let the echoes fade.

Your life is not a courtroom—
it’s a field you plant,
a road you name,
a sky you keep widening.

Choose what you carry.
Set down the fragile need
to be understood by every passerby.

Walk light.
Make your own weather.
Be the author of the day
that starts inside your chest.

It’s a wonderful time to be alive.

The real thing. The whole flame.

And I won’t say sorry just for burning.

You get the choice of what you carry.