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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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What to Find at the Bottom
Lean in, my love, for there you will find the magic inside the suffering. Go all the way in and towards it. Run, if you can into the night. Vast hands will hold you even when you can’t feel them through the cold hard surface of illusions of alone. What waits at the bottom is… Continue reading
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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 -
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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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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Martyr
Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition… Continue reading
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Mirror Pool
You try so hard that it shows in the blooms of effort beneath your clothes. What disillusionment comes when we finally understand what it means that everything bleeds. And when our parents told us there were no such things as ghosts, it was only because they couldn’t see their frost on the windows; Their tears… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, conflict, Cycles, Fantasy, freeverse, ice, Intention, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Poetry, Self Acceptance, Self Help, Shadow Work, Transformation, water, winteranimal, beast, creature, creatures, Cycles, ice, illumination, insomnia, instinct, loss, moon, night, poem, poetry, self-acceptance, Shadow Work, Transformation, vampires -
A Memory of Light
Always when I think of what could have been if I had only behaved, I follow the stream to the blackest sea, toxic to the touch.I got some on my skin once, and it found my heart and made a hole to fill. Only darkness can live there for a spell, and it seems to… Continue reading
Acceptance, Autumn, Cosmos, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, nature, New Beginnings, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Shadow Work, Sky, time, Transformation, Transition, trauma, watercelestial, Cosmos, darkness, darkness and light, day, grief, Grief and Loss, growth, light, loss, moon, night, philosophy, planets, poem, poetry, stars, Transformation -
The Missing Melody
Sometimes life feels wrong in every way.Discouragement and dwindling hope are like pieces that are too big for the puzzle, so they just take up space with no consideration to the garish view. And those clunky jagged things become the sun and sky.Meanwhile so many of us are in the same boat that the boat… 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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