Beneath the Ice

I am surprised I made it this long without hitting the ice above. Submerged so deep with no hope of a breath. No cracks to encourage me to bust through, or try. Maybe I grew a capacity while I was drowning.Maybe I can breathe differently now, so I don’t need to float up, pressed against the endless cold as if … More Beneath the Ice

Something to Lose

I used to be called fearless for the risks I would take without hesitation. Huge leaps of faith across country lines and cultural divides. Deep into jungles and high upon mountains. Far out in the ocean swimming with dolphins: never pausing to think of the sharks nearby. No concern with dying, for I had nothing … More Something to Lose

A Greater Heart

I. It’s easy to have no regrets when you never look back. Avoiding photographs and sunshine. Keeping the albums closed. One lives for the future instead of the past. Always seeking to forsake the now, But accidents happen and the dusty old box is found in the attic of forgetting, right where Pandora left it, … More A Greater Heart

The Silent Song

I had dreams bigger than my eyes when I was young, and my eyes were always bigger than my heart. Wonder for fuel, I reached for distant planets in my mind and found songs on the wind instead.   I sang til my throat was raw in hopes that they would hear me, even through … More The Silent Song

Cosmic Sailor

You are an entire universe And so is your vision. You live in the expanse Of the cosmos and more, The place from which All was born. The demands others make Are like imposed funnels For tunnels you cannot Begin to fit through. Sometimes you try And it hurts Like the foot binding Of a … More Cosmic Sailor

The Seeker

Don’t mind me, I’m just surrendering being broken calling back all the fragments of me throughout space and time, all the pieces that got lost somewhere, stuck in shock, orphans in stasis, hungry for a mother in perpetual wonder of where they belong. I felt their search for millenia and even made it part of … More The Seeker

Dying to See

Vultures pick the wounds clean. Clarity comes through whispering trees. I am still, and listening. Copyright © 2018, Sheyorah Aossi Art: Stillness by Joyce Huntington.