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The Truth About Edges
You think you have edges but you’ve never seen a sharp one. You never cut your feet to dance upon the blade for a moment of something different. You never painted yourself crimson with your own aching blood just to revel in the outcome, to find yourself laughing in the face of the absurd emptiness… Continue reading
Adversity, conflict, Cosmos, Courage, Cycles, death, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Self Acceptance, Shadow Work, Sky, The Void, TransformationCosmos, Courage, darkness, death, edge walker, edges, edgewalking, emptiness, grief, growth, loss, philosophy, poem, poetry, Relationships, Transformation, truth, void -
Call of Oblivion
Pieces of me fly off to the aetherswhere my heart has always livednever to be found again for they have their own lives nowmaking the best of fragmentation.The magic of a soul that doesn’t want to be whole is the seeds the pieces becomedispersed across the universeto grow worlds that makefor an exquisite fit. Each… Continue reading
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Tell Me You Are Free
Tell me it doesn’t hurt anymore, Mother. Reach out from where you are. I’m still here, on Earth, haunted by the fear that there were moments when I didn’t love you enough. Or worse, that you didn’t know I did. Tell me you knew, and that you know now. Give me a sign that says… Continue reading
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Wide Awake
Sleepless nights from mental fights and heartfelt plights. What do we do with so much? When too many colors are missing from the rainbow and we need that harmony to close our eyes and trust the coming morning view. Abysses keep on growing in the vacancies borne of the Great Erasing and there are holes… Continue reading
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Surreality
When days feel so surreal I know I’m not all here. I must have traveled in my sleep or in my last daydream, and part of me didn’t come back. A lighter sheathe of me liked it better without the gravity, in a place with light that never blinds, and nights who are always kind… Continue reading
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Our Colors: A Valentine’s Day Poem
I love all of your colors. The contrast of darkness and light is what makes you a powerful work of art. I am in love with all your bold dark shades, as the part of me who is a creature of the night can walk with you there with ease and share my own craft… Continue reading
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Cosmic Thread
My fraying seams are not what they seem. It’s my style to be rough around the edges that are typically smooth, protecting tame hearts that beatan assigned pattern. But I have a wild heart. She was ripped out and scavenged so many times, the threads holding her inside me are worn. I’m not searching for… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Earth, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Love, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Self Acceptance, Sky, time, Transition, WorldApocalypse, compassion, cosmic, Cosmos, creation, Fabric of Creation, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, Heart, heartache, loss, Love, philosophy, poem, poetry, Threads, Weaver, Weavers, wild -
I Am Not Human
I am not human. I may look like it on the surface sometimes, but my face changes in certain light and I look different from every angle. Don’t be fooled by my shape: we are not the same underneath our skin. In the depths of my flesh, I am something wild and ancient, something… Continue reading
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A High Degree of Shining
I’m lit up on the inside, and there is no turning it off. You can see it in my eyes. Fires are the hottest in their center, and they don’t expire quickly when there is so much yet to burn. I can’t help but notice what a man throws away and grow towards every dead… Continue reading
About Me
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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