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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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Promise Land
For my Father, and any others suffering from guilt, shame, or regret for past actions in a struggle to accept forgiveness, or forgive themselves. You’ve struggled long enough. And even if you think you must keep it up, you’ll never have pennance to payfor your lack of grace.For the Grace was never yoursto give. We all… Continue reading
Acceptance, Essential, Forgiveness, freeverse, growth, Intention, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Poetry, Prayers, Self Acceptance, Self Help, Shadow Work, Spirit, Transformation, traumaFaith, family, Forgiveness, God, growth, guilt, letting go, light, Love, Overcoming, philosophy, poem, poetry, regret, self-judgement, shame, surrender, Transformation -
Song Stress – For Afghan Women
Introduction: This piece was inspired by an article I read in the Washington Post about A School of Music for Women in Afghanistan that was destroyed by the Taliban and turned into a bunker for their operation. Only some of the women were able to escape. Some Americans who were assisting the escape efforts are… Continue reading
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The Seafarer’s Prayer
Author’s Note: In Greek Mythology, Poseidon fathered many children through powerful women by seducing them, or raping them when his kinder efforts did not work. Atlantis was allotted to him and it is said that he populated the land with offspring from a mortal woman. Some say Atlantis fell in war with Athens because they… Continue reading
Adversity, Endings, Fantasy, Grief and Loss, growth, Intention, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prayers, Transition, watergrief, loss, Overcoming, pagan poetry, peace, poem, poetry, poseidon, prayer, prayer for peace, rest, Rhyming Poem, sailing, sailor, seafarer, storm, tempest, Transition, water -
The Language of the Wind
How I miss the wind when it kissed my skin softly in the sun. When it whipped my face as I lay on the roof of a boat gliding down the Amazon River the summer I woke up from a strange sleep. When it soothed me in Chennai when I had no brimmed hat but… Continue reading
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Prayer of a Half-life
Untethered and weightless except for the pain. The Great Dissolution commences. Solid frames on walls flicker like a hologram. A haunting silent voice sings a lament for the slow death. Pieces of me I can’t see answer. Soon, they say. Soon will be time to let go. No one hears it but me, the symphony… Continue reading
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For the Privilege of Living: A Pandemic Poem
The nations in our blood rise up to fight the nations in our lungs. A war over our bones: to live or to die. Will we ever see eye to eye? Some of us deny accounts from those on the front lines. We can’t believe the invisible scenes of people dropping like flies for being… Continue reading
Adversity, Biology, Community, Ecology, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Intention, Love, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prayers, Spoken Word, Transformation, Transition, traumaBiology, Community, covid19, Diversity, Ecology, face masks, family, interbeing, Love, masks, nature, ocean, pandemic, poem, poetry, responsibility, Spoken Word, Trees, war -
Cup of Life
TRIGGER WARNING: This poem may contain content that brings up unhealed material in those with trauma. Please take care when reading this and make sure you have supportive help to assist in your process when needed. What tragedy to be marked when scars become a part of you, like a different heart or lungs: a… 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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