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Poetry

Choosing Better

The darkness of life is a wonderful teacher.

I’ve been there a time or two,

and now I say, ‘no’.

Lovingly,

with fire and ice,

I say no.

No, thank you.

No. Thank you,

no more.

Such a lovely relief,

the roaring breath of certainty.

The trust of a self who deserves better

than they have given.

My worth is here to stay.

My love is mine to give,

not theirs to take, and take

and take.

Let others play in the dark rooms of maddening life.

Let this girl fly,

a darling wonder,

into the sun beyond it all.

Safe.

Loved.

And perfectly capable of asking for love,

respect

and home.

Home.

How beautiful it feels

to finally tell them I am home.

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Poetry

The Eyes Of Others

She is the golden skin

by lamplight.

She is not the beauty

they see

in her face,

her eyes,

her hair.

She is glorious

alone.

Without the eyes of others.

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Poetry

The Wind

Oh, but darling.

The wind will take you, anyway.

Ain’t no fighting the wind, darling.

Ain’t no fighting the wind.

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Poetry

Sweet Eternity

Oh, the heat

that I see

that I feel

that I know.

I will be the flame

to my own fire.

I will light the path

of burning

sweet

eternity.

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Poetry

Take This Life

You are the beautiful breeze that knows you.

Take this life.

Make it your own.

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Life

The Wilderness

Mmmm.

The wilderness within.

Let her rise

above the soft waves of propriety.

Let her unleash her greatest longings.

Let her fall into the darkest of nights.

Set her free, see her run

beyond form, beyond care,

beyond life.

Let her rise.

Let the wilderness

slowly

rise.

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Poetry

Just Because

And then she roared again.

Just because.

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Poetry

Isn’t It Funny

Isn’t it funny

that for a moment

you forgot how wonderful you are.

Sweet, dancing sunshine.

Isn’t it funny.

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Poetry

Flight

Her flight

was sweet.

And every bit as magical

as the hummingbird

sipping honeysuckle

beside her.

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Poetry

Open Rose

These hours of twilight.

How soft they have been,

like rain on a dusty summer road.

Here I am.

A woman, at last.

Home in the truth

of this soft heart of mine.

A rose of musk in bloom

this day.

And every day beyond.