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Poetry

One Small Me

If I am not her,

that good and lovely girl in a box,

who am I?

Now that this body is alive

with the energy of all of life,

who am I?

I believe this,

but I believe the opposite of this, too.

I love you desperately,

I hate you just as achingly.

Both can exist within, but how?

But how?

I am bursting fire,

I am calm ocean blue.

I do not understand, and I understand entirely.

For one small me,

these feelings are large.

Too large for me to carry

alone.

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Life

All I Am

How lovely it is

to find home again.

In this home

I am what I am,

and what I am

is a river,

a rock,

a lion,

a ballerina.

What I am

is all I am.

All I am

is all there ever was.

All I am

is all

I am.

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Poetry

Found

There is no feeling

quite like the delicious wholeness

of a lost girl

found once more.

There is no feeling quite like this.

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Poetry

All That I Am

I am all that I am,

and wherever I drift

on the wind of today

is as it should be,

is all that I am.

As it should be

is all that I am.

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Poetry

The Sound Of Night

My body is alive

with the sound of night.

How I hunger for this bliss.

How the melody of a simple tune

makes love to my senses,

and I am whole

like the wind,

like the sun,

like love.

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Poetry

Yes, No, Life

Am I a good

and proper

human.

Yes.

No.

Life.

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Poetry

Alleyways

Slinking down alleyways,

thrilled by the rippling dark.

Black

upon white, cold

stone.

Daisies tilt their heads:

smile.

Axes bite into crimson bone,

dwelling in the corners

of the corners.

Pure.

Devilish.

A curious mix.

Grace breathes life

into fire.

Life breathes fire

into grace.

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Life

This Little River

This little river.

This little boat.

I never could have imagined

this peaceful place

in the shade of Autumn

and her beautiful, falling colours.

Shall I meet you at the rivers edge?

Might we sit a while, watching the ducks

as they gather in hungry groups?

Or will we row on?

Searching the river for nothing

but sweet, silver ripples

to carry us safely

home.

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Life

This Beautiful Sadness

I’m down in the depths of me, today.

It feels like sadness, but it is far more powerful than that.

This beautiful sadness.

It is a sadness I long for, a sadness I crave.

It flows through my veins until there is nowhere left for it to go but out.

Onto this page.

Into new hearts— yours, his, hers, theirs.

I was always told this bliss only lives in happiness.

But this is not happiness.

This is an ache.

This is the most beautiful ache of all.

woman lying in bathtub filled with water
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Life

Whole

I see you there,

squinting at the mirror

of not good enough.

And I wonder if you know

the beautiful creases on the face of you

make up the whole.

And you think,

somehow,

that you are flawed.

Because you have been angry?

Because you have been sad?

Because you have been confused,

or not there,

or completely off the path of ‘neat and tidy’ days.

You must know this.

You are as you should be.

Here, where the path is overgrown.

Where the light is brighter and the shadows darker.

You belong here. Perfectly imperfect.

Just as you were always meant to be:

whole.