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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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The Little Distance
There is a thin film over my feeling self to keep me from my own depths. The benefit is a split-second of stillness so small I have to sense my breath to notice. The subtle change in rhythm. The modicum of a drop in my own gravity, evident in my shoulders. I cannot grab the… Continue reading
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Ethereal Lights
I’ve become a fearful, and fragile thing, only strong and powerful when I’m wild in dreams. I may look well but nothing is ever what it seems. No one knows what unravels underneath what is seen. I’ve been a trophy for a hunter and a doll for a prince. I tried to reveal how real… Continue reading
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My Place in the Stars
I’m tearing myself apart now. Into a million pieces I go. Obliteration into an ocean of stars. Some lands on Jupiter, and some on Mars. Some of me goes to venus, where love resides, an open shell receiving cosmic tides. And onto Sirius where healers await the brave voyagers who make it through celestial storms… Continue reading
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The Will of a Whisper
Is everything crumbling around me, or is this merely my fear? Why do I feel at any momentall things could disappear?I endeavor to hold ontothat which I care about. But every day I seem to wakewith great mountains of doubt.As if I climb a steep incline with legs too week to stand. As if I… Continue reading
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Phantom Limbs
A hollow deep in my core, something missing before sleep. I don’t know what was there before, and maybe it’s still gone in the morning. Maybe it’s pain and sickness stealing pieces in each surge that never return. Maybe it’s the stress of running on Ethereal legs to gather the perfect flowers in time to… Continue reading
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Phantom Companion
There is a shadow of melancholy overlaid upon me like a second skin. I don’t know how to shed it. I could be happy as a Panda in a bamboo forest, or joyful as a Golden Retriever playing fetch with a companion, but always the tinge is there. A constant storm brewing in the cauldron… Continue reading
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Dark Aurelian
How many times do I have to die to be reborn? How many times must I dissolve? Continue reading
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New Blood
I. I fell in love with monsters and now they won’t leave me alone. I have banished them from my mind and heart, Even thought I cloaked myself to be hidden well, Changed the way I move smell, my chemistry, my mark… Cut off all my hair. Cleaned up all the footprints giving away my… 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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