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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
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Tell Me You Are Free
Tell me it doesn’t hurt anymore, Mother. Reach out from where you are. I’m still here, on Earth, haunted by the fear that there were moments when I didn’t love you enough. Or worse, that you didn’t know I did. Tell me you knew, and that you know now. Give me a sign that says… Continue reading
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Finding Your Own Light
Mining from other’s experiences the gold you never found on your own, thinking it’s the same as earning. But the sheen never sticks to your skin to shield you, because gold is only shiny bricks, still heavy to carry. And if you never learned to lift your own weight off the floor, how will you… 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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The Beauty of Bruises
Bruises are beautiful when you’ve seen enough of them to recognize the colors. Unique hues in the language of blood under your skin. Heart-whispers in reds and blues. Purple dreams dissipating and tender to the touch. These delicate darknesses tell a story; admitting that we took a chance on living, and we are still here,… Continue reading
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A High Degree of Shining
I’m lit up on the inside, and there is no turning it off. You can see it in my eyes. Fires are the hottest in their center, and they don’t expire quickly when there is so much yet to burn. I can’t help but notice what a man throws away and grow towards every dead… 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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I am unbridled and raw somewhere under my skins. So many masks fashioned in requisite moments when lovelessness came with the threat of death,because no one can survive alone, and even hermits have the creatures and the trees. Underneath my skins, I am untempered and wild. I can draw out your fears for feeding… 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
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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