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Crone Song
A little bit of life remains when so much of me is dead. Most of what is left is only hanging by a thread Watching blips of time flitting about in youthful glow. How fast we lose parts of ourselves the young will never know. Taking for granted new life that blooms in the soot… Continue reading
Acceptance, Adversity, Biology, Cycles, death, depression, Earth, Endings, Essential, Grief and Loss, Intention, Philosophy, Poetry, Rhyming Poem, Self Acceptance, The Void, Transitionaging, appreciation, blessings, crone, darkness, death, fate, free will, grief, Grief and Loss, impermanence, loss, night, philosophy, poem, poetry, Temporal, The Void -
The Truth About Edges
You think you have edges but you’ve never seen a sharp one. You never cut your feet to dance upon the blade for a moment of something different. You never painted yourself crimson with your own aching blood just to revel in the outcome, to find yourself laughing in the face of the absurd emptiness… Continue reading
Adversity, conflict, Cosmos, Courage, Cycles, death, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Prose, Relationships, Self Acceptance, Shadow Work, Sky, The Void, TransformationCosmos, Courage, darkness, death, edge walker, edges, edgewalking, emptiness, grief, growth, loss, philosophy, poem, poetry, Relationships, Transformation, truth, void -
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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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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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
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Autumn Whispers
The morning air whispers strongly of Autumn in my lungs. The Great impending Fall of all we no longer need. The return of moisture for the gift of breathing deeply, to smell the aromas of culminating soil and seeds, preparing for a grand sleep. The scents of raindrops caressing petals of plants who surrender their… Continue reading
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Golden Wounds
My scars are remnants of stars who tore across the sky to open my eyes. For sleeping too much makes the night too long, and everyone needs the hope of another dawn after darkness reigns. Else we be tempted to believe pain and suffering is all there is; that struggle is how we are meant… Continue reading
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Night Keeper
I have been the night for so many. I bring them into shadow lands so they may let go and descend. I’ve been a gatekeeper for the elevator to the underworld, like a daughter of Hela or Persephone. The price to enter is only pride and vanity, and the clutching of hands… 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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