i. I had a tiny hope once, and it grew as big as the moon's twin. I let it move my blood like the tide and cast shadows in the night. I called those shadows to me and I fell in love with half-light, telling myself it was enough to replace the sun. And the flowers of my joy withered and the rose of my heart lost its petals. And I told myself this was my new life, as a creature of the dark, doomed to roam the earth forever with a hunger so old I forgot what it was. I gave it a new name: scars, and buried it in the graveyard of my hope.
ii. Buried feelings never die, and neither do certain dreams. Leagues under the earth where there is no light, they find a sleep to pass the time. But even the earth has a heart who's fire lends a spark that we might remember the day and all her colors. "Remember," she says. "Remember."
iii. The day seems like a dream I once had, elusive, just beyond the veil of twilight. I cannot reach it from here. I don't know if I will ever live in the sun again. Too many mutations and my thin skin is adapted to the moon and darker things. Soon I will long for the deep; the dark, wet soil of the earth where beings go to die, that they may be born again as a tree, a rose, a bird, a creature more suited for their temperament.
I’m a soul in transit, documenting the inner and outer terrain, often through poetry and prose, sometimes through songs, and occasionally through photos, essays, confessionals, and other mediums. This is how I breathe.
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.
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