Devans Eli ♒️

Bullet journaling complete ✅

Thank y’all for giving me space to grieve and honor my friend.

A friend told me yesterday, “Grief is love looking for somewhere to land.” 🤯

These are his words, and they’ve been sitting with me.

#griefjourney #grief #griefandloss #healing

The tea ain’t hot yet.
Sit.

I know you have a name for me.
Don’t say it.
It will become real.

Give me a minute.

Let me

hold my heart. 💔

By Devans Eli

#griefjourney #griefandloss #healing

Go on.
Let it out.
I can take it.

Wait.

Let me dust the shelves
and hide the photo albums.
Dinner will be a while.
You can wait.

You still like Earl Grey?
Let me put on a pot.

Don’t you remember
the last time we had a conversation?
You were unnamed.
Unplaced.
That’s where we left it.
And I thought you understood
one day, I’d get back to you
if allowed that opportunity.

So, Grief,
what brings you here?

Like when Grandma Ethel was in hospice
and Diane left us all coffee cups,
your voice made us quiver.
It was hard to breathe
as walls closed in,
as old photographs
placed smiles beneath our tears.

I could’ve tidied up a bit
so you wouldn’t see my clutter,
prepared a decadent meal,
steeped some Earl Grey,
so we could hum and reminisce.

You know I don’t mind guests
but you stay too long.

Before You Say It

Oh, Grief.
I hear you on the stairs
of my heart.

Why didn’t you call me beforehand?
At least give me time
to arrange my face.

Hi friends. Content note: grief, death of a friend.

I’m posting a poem I wrote for a close friend who passed away.

Bullet journaling complete ✅

Joy is liberation and restoration! Standing up for ourselves and the oppressed.

It’s a joy America could never confine to a “dream.” A joy that can’t be shamed.

These so-called Christians make it so hard for people seeking real encouragement and spiritual guidance. But hear me: joy is still attainable, even outside their evil deeds.

Those groups that claim to act on behalf of organized religion (terrorizing immigrants, bombing children, blocking marginalized people from healthcare right before our eyes) are the opposite of what their holy texts actually proclaim.

Nobody owns joy, and no one can police or twist it. Real joy is divine, unmanipulable, and available to us all!

I believed for a long time that because organized religion hurt me so deeply, I could never access joy again. But that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Whether you’re still hurt, healing now, or supporting others… joy is available. It’s not out of your reach, despite what you see in the world.

Joy is like a deep well. It looks so far down it almost feels impossible, but you can still see the water. Maybe not today, but trust the rope in your hands. Soon enough, the water will be yours to drink.

Joy is absolutely attainable in this life. I believe that.

I know it’s hard to trust that in a world where trans folks are forced to give up their licenses, or where simply driving with a cop behind you feels like a threat.

But joy is still ours to claim.

I may be a late queen, but I’m no longer entertaining even the most subtle racism, homophobia, or discrimination against immigrants.

We’ve all had time to unlearn this buffoonery.

I choose rooms where everyone’s humanity is non‑negotiable.

#LateQueen #Antiracism #EqualityForAll

Management work politics consists of: “Do as I say, not as I do. When you do what I say, do it by the book. When I do what I do, mind your business.”

Before You Say It 💔

This one hurt. #Poem

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Who keeps praying for snow?

“I can get caught uuup when I see youuu! You’re so beautifulll, oh oh…” - Tweet 🎶

#SelfLove #Reflection

Should relationships get harder as you get older or easier? Because……

I’m sorry, but please know that they are an Aquarius before you find out later. 😂

Literally fumbled the plot.

Just had an amazing dream that would’ve been an award-winning movie based on the bestseller. But unfortunately, I can’t remember what happened when I was in slumber. 🤷🏾

Congratulations!!!!!

Why do I feel like I’m being investigated every time I open my Outlook or Gmail? How many authentications do you need, diva?