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.
Tag: Wholeness
There is no feeling
quite like the delicious wholeness
of a lost girl
found once more.
There is no feeling quite like this.
Categories
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.
Categories
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.
Categories
Yes, No, Life
Am I a good
and proper
human.
Yes.
No.
Life.
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.
Categories
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.
Categories
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.
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.
Categories
Imperfectly Me
This honest girl.
This kind girl.
This sweet girl.
This loving, gentle, patient girl.
She has been this girl forever.
This perfect human girl—how delightful she is.
How loved and cherished and needed, she is.
But.
If she is good, she is also bad.
If she is kind, she is also cruel.
She is every part of her whole.
Every beautifully broken part.
Imperfectly perfect.
Imperfectly me.
