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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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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
Beauty, Cosmos, Creative Writing, Creativity, Earth, fire, Gratitude, growth, Intention, Intimacy, Love, nature, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Sky, Spirit, Transformation, water -
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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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
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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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The Keeper of Lights
My Angel found me just in time to get me ready to go. He gives me a safe place to leave my skin behind and grow a new one; Put on light instead of all this iron. For who can be content in a metal cast, so heavy so no one can ever see who… 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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