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 readingAcceptance, 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
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 readingAcceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, depression, Earth, Endings, Essential, fire, freeverse, Grief and Loss, growth, Intention, nature, New Beginnings, Otherworld, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Shadow Work, Sky, surrender, The Void, Transformation, Transition, water, World
The Great Unknown
I never thought my life would make it this long, and that’s why my bones think I’m already dead, crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crumbling. The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. And grains… Continue readingAcceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Ecology, Endings, Essential, freeverse, growth, Intention, Overcoming, Philosophy, Poetry, Self Acceptance, Self Help, Shadow Work, Sky, Spirit, The Void, Transformation, Transition, World
Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition… Continue readingAcceptance, Adversity, Biology, Confessional, Cosmos, Cycles, death, Endings, freeverse, Grief and Loss, Intention, Love, New Beginnings, Poetry, Sky, Spirit, The Void, Transformation, Transition, trauma, water, World
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.