sisters
i have sisters, stars strewn across the sky of my life women who have taught me lessons i have passed with flying colours and continue to tutor me through the tougher patches; who see me and see so much more than my eyes can see, teaching me in turn to look beyond, beyond, beyond, and … Continue reading sisters
to the lighthouse
to love without pedestals to know each flaw by name; and love anyway, eyes wide open heart wide open arms, hands- wide open, love anyway, to dance through every season and know you’re seen; heard; understood to stand on solid ground- choose and be chosen every day, love anyway; i’ll send this light in a … Continue reading to the lighthouse
water.
the sky hasn’t even changed yet but the weight sits and builds. lava. sink. make way. make land. land. find footing. quick. before the sand drags you all the way down. choke and scream little one. scream and rise. out of the ashes life has left of you. Continue reading water.
i don’t know how to-
i don’t know how to want something someone else has. i know the word “jealous” probably; possibly tastes like fresh saw-dust, leaving nothing but blood where it’s been. what’s the point of killing yourself for something someone else has. Continue reading i don’t know how to-
panic
straw breathing through chest pain again and again- you’re okay. it’s okay. you’re going to be okay. walls slowly-fastly crashing in on me- each dust fall taking vital air from me. body battling mind and spirit trying the reminder you’re okay. it’s okay. you’re going to be okay. keep breathing. you’re okay not this time … Continue reading panic
door
the door wide open the apparition stands at but doesn’t come in Continue reading door
I. the tick and the tock my eyes lift- how fast it goes and how slow too; time II. time, the keeper of life mine and yours tick tocks away slipping away quickly- slowly Continue reading
snow feathers outside a fervour- coincidence at knock atom cracks spilt and uncontainable clouds melt – blue and sun fill sky. Continue reading
untitled.
what’s on your mind then? that of the feet turned inwards- a winged wingless bird skies and mirror like silence as chains and locks turn and turn. Continue reading untitled.
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