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A Note from the Shadows (an essay confessional)
Everyone cheers for someone who is fighting for their life, full of hope with a positive message, vulnerable enough to be relatable, but not too much as to be overwhelming. She is seen as sincere when she talks about overcoming. She inspires, because she has a life-threatening disease, but she still believes she will beat… Continue reading
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Tame the Wind
I cannot be an untamed wind, whipping others about without a soft place to land, especially when legs are barely strong enough to stand. When you tremble in your shoes and have so much to lose, you cannot open your hands to let go or to hold on when all the silken petals are gone… Continue reading
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The Mantle
Where will we go, Love? To be held in caring arms and know we are not alone in all of this? My paralytic legs and shaking limbs, I become a mannequin filled with lead for you to carry, without the luxury of a silent mind and sealed lips. My skin still drinks your touch and… Continue reading
Adversity, Confessional, Cosmos, Endings, Fantasy, freeverse, Grief and Loss, New Beginnings, Philosophy, Poetry, Self Acceptance, TransitionAdversity, challenges, chronic disease, chronic illness, Confessional, cosmology, darkness and light, ehlers-danlos syndrome, fallen angels, Fantasy, free verse, freeverse, grief, Grief and Loss, hardship, hEDS, Intention, Intimacy, loss, New Beginnings, pain, philosophy, poem, poetry, Self Acceptance, starseeds, struggle, suffering, surrender, tragedy, Transition, vulnerability, vulnerable -
The Color of Wishes
My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a… Continue reading
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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
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The Shape of My Love
This is the shape of my love, to fall at your feet, Darling. To open like a rose in the spring sunlight, or an ever unfolding lotus in the marsh for you.For I am a beggar, starved and parched in the barren lands of indifference. Too long have I wandered in the desolation who’s only… Continue reading
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Shapeshifter (A Confessional)
It puts you out of touch with everything. And it’s not as if you don’t comprehend what is happening, either. That would be a blessing. But no, it’s more as if there is no buffer to soften in-coming shattered glass and shrapnel, all forming a pile front-and-center in your head. You see it. It’s too… 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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