I had a conversation the other day.
And I could say with honesty
I am healed
Seven and a half months later and it is done
I am healed.
Tag poetry
Falling Leaves
I begged him to stay
He declined and walked away:
Falling leaves scatter
Voices
My nightmares echo
Voices of loved ones buried:
They are gone but live
Flame
I dreamt of past loves
As though they were still alive:
A flame still flickers
Being Alive
I woke up and breathed
That gentle first breath of life:
I am still alive
Playing with Fire
My grandmother once warned me, if I should ever take one puff of a cigarette I will be addicted forever. And so I never have. And I never will. Smoking repels me. I truly hate it.
And yet. There are other addictions she never told me about. Addictions I willingly seek, and cannot resist. Playing with fire, and getting burnt. Burning the flesh that has already been scarred.
Just like that first puff of a cigarette. It is the first line that is crossed. That has the power to draw and hook you in. Into a tangled, messy, uncomfortable, powerless web.
And at the end, all that is left, is the burnt ash of a once beautiful flesh.
Shivering Heart
I will offer a solitary corner only
Of my shivering heart
But the rest I will guard –
With my own warm hands I will
Protect myself.
Love Me
Will you love me?
Can you try?
Will you hold me
When I cry?
Will you comfort
Will you care?
Love me, darling
Feel my prayer
xo
All-Encompassing
It is love that I am after
The pure, unadulterated, all-encompassing love
That accepts me as I am –
And for who I am.
Power of Change
I used to think that for me to change
My environment would need to change
But now I know
With my own changing self
My environment will automatically change
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