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Poetry

A Quiet Day

Today my heart is quiet.

And it knows deeply

that it has lived.

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Poetry

Muddy Waters

Muddy waters are pure

beneath the mud.

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Poetry

Open. Release.

But did they give you a box of darkness?

Or was the darkness

already inside of you.

Waiting for someone to press:

open.

And release.

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Poetry

These Tears

Do these tears make you

uncomfortable?

How about

this:

does the rain make you

uncomfortable?

The sky

is not afraid to rain, and I

am not afraid to cry.

I am not afraid of what you’ll

think

of me if I cry. Just as I am not

afraid

of what you’ll think of me if

I sneeze.

Or laugh.

Or breathe.

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Poetry

Frozen In Time

Winter in my eyes,

the warm river of me

slowly

ceases to flow.

Frozen in time,

with only the memory

of two hearts spinning

into one

sweet

love.

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Musings

In-between

I’ve just read a friend’s blog post.

It’s broken me in half, completely stripped my soul bare.

It was about that very raw and real human conundrum: that invisible place between here and there.

That pristine place that almost exits, but doesn’t quite, and maybe never will.

That place in-between— it aches of unattainable knowing.

It is the fire that the phoenix rises from, before flying into the sunshine of a beautiful new day.

It feels so scary, to be here in this place in-between.

Do any of us ever know what’s on the other side of the flames?

No. 

Maybe that’s what makes this place feel so raw.

So truly achingly real.

Humanity.

What the bloody hell do you do to me?

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Poetry

A Better Day

There’s a hurricane in your pain.

It whirls around my body as I feel you;

all the moments

that sliced you open

and exposed the parts of your soul

you’ve tried so hard to forget.

I see you,

and I hope that you

will find the clarity to

one day

see yourself beyond the

broken.

You’ve always been beautiful.

You’ve always

been on the road

to a better day.

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Life

The Ache Of Ever After

When the sun joins hands

with the silver white mountain tops,

she will remember him.

And an ache will drift slowly

across the heart left

between them.

An ache of ever after’s

‘what if.’

An ache

always to linger on.

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Life

Hiding

There must have been a fire like this before.

The last fire…

she couldn’t remember it,

couldn’t remember a burn

on each and every side before.

Then again

she had a habit of forgetting the fire

like all the other humans did.

Of hiding it under rocks

and mud

and other things.

Like boyfriends,

then husbands,

then wine.

Hiding the flames worked for a while.

Hiding the flames had always worked.

For a while.

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Life

Life Aches

Do not look at me and tell me

that life does not ache

sometimes.

Life aches.

When life is truly

and bravely felt:

life

aches

sometimes.