Pieces of me fly off to the aethers where my heart has always lived never to be found again for they have their own lives now making the best of fragmentation.
The magic of a soul that doesn’t want to be whole is the seeds the pieces become dispersed across the universe to grow worlds that make for an exquisite fit.
Each one reconciles the alien feeling by creating belonging for themselves.
To be nothing but the trees or entirely the sea. To be an ever expanding flame, eternally free, or fundamentally dreams conducted by heartbeats.
To be anything but the gravity except for the piece of me compelled to reside in the deep of the Underworld, where even ghosts are lighter than anything on Earth.
Someday, when all of my parts have found their way to a place ready for creation, my soul can rest, at last, having had enough of becoming and coming undone.
And the violence of clinging to being will finally end.
Peace resides where there are no tides. And sweet emptiness is a place with no light.
That’s why there is always a hint of oblivion in my eyes running towards the night my soul endlessly seeks. A place to finally sleep.
To lay the struggle down in a blanket of darkness so deep, not even the stars exist to guide the way.
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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