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Life of a Changeling
I grow and change in the wake of my losses, formed into the one I need by the pounding waves of solitude. I swim in cold waters of reckoning, fresh from the thaw, with a semblance of heat from my heart’s tiny flame flickering with all its might to keep me warm, while glaciers of… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Biology, Courage, Cycles, Endings, Essential, Fantasy, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, ice, nature, New Beginnings, Otherworld, Overcoming, Poetry, Sky, spring, Transformation, water, Worldchangeling, emotions, feelings, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, Hope, loss, mermaid, poem, poetry, shapeshifting, sirene, sorrow, spring, Thaw, Transformation -
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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Finding Your Own Light
Mining from other’s experiences the gold you never found on your own, thinking it’s the same as earning. But the sheen never sticks to your skin to shield you, because gold is only shiny bricks, still heavy to carry. And if you never learned to lift your own weight off the floor, how will you… Continue reading
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The Little Distance
There is a thin film over my feeling self to keep me from my own depths. The benefit is a split-second of stillness so small I have to sense my breath to notice. The subtle change in rhythm. The modicum of a drop in my own gravity, evident in my shoulders. I cannot grab the… Continue reading
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The Beauty of Bruises
Bruises are beautiful when you’ve seen enough of them to recognize the colors. Unique hues in the language of blood under your skin. Heart-whispers in reds and blues. Purple dreams dissipating and tender to the touch. These delicate darknesses tell a story; admitting that we took a chance on living, and we are still here,… 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
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The Great Unknown
I never thought my life would make it this long, and that’s why my bones think I’m already dead, crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crumbling. The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. And grains… Continue reading
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The Journey of Light
By the art, I grieve the loss of the old me, letting go of my grip on identity, for there are no names to define what I have always been and always will be. A droplet of light upon the earth for a moment, then back into The Light with The All, brighter for the… Continue reading
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I am unbridled and raw somewhere under my skins. So many masks fashioned in requisite moments when lovelessness came with the threat of death,because no one can survive alone, and even hermits have the creatures and the trees. Underneath my skins, I am untempered and wild. I can draw out your fears for feeding… 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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