Poetry
Ouroboros
“And she decided to join the beginning and the end this time around, to see what became of it.” ~ When the first wave broke, he said, “I need to get loving right this time around,” so sure— but didn’t know how. Mending the pain to the flame, calling the ruin romantic. This time around,…
When the Sun Flowers
Burgeoning life in wait— dreaming of starlight, starving for daylight. Buried and pressed against rigid husks, we fight the very soil that helps us grow, whispering our needs, inching toward the promise of warmth. Built to endure the dark but designed to bloom, we reach for the sun— our earthly coffin a chrysalis.
Nameless Things
God’s time and Eden’s nameless things Passed where the stars gathered, And the night was counted. Human nature, surprised to find It’s twilight Through the slant of dark forms And rueful spirits. Into the air, They took wing, Back to the folds Of the wary eye.
Love Never Leaves
Say her name— let me feel the faint echoes of your tenderness, so that I may greet each one with a heartwarming kiss. Let love walk down these dark and hallowed halls, in step, alongside fractured but still beating hearts— grief and life intertwined. Breathe once more— heartache brought into the light, witnessed and embraced….
Armoured Heart
How do you love a warrior?Endlessly ready for battle,armour welded on tight. Warm skin against steel –one feels cold, and the otherfeels nothing. Love burns beneath,but what does it matterif only the warrior can feelthe heat?
In My Own Time
I forgive the undeserving, Not to alleviate inevitable shame, But as a gift to myself; Freedom from the oppression of pain. I forgive of my own free will, Not of archaic holy obligation, Independent of apology, Guilt kneels of its own volition. Forgiveness is only an option When I feel safe again, For peace cannot…
Fury of the Divine
Afraid of what stands before you, “Demon!” you scream, trying to cast it out. You’ve been told it is your God-given right to control what terrifies you. But your God has no dominion here, not as you were taught at the black pulpit. The wild in her eyes is uncontainable rage, a fearsome opponent to…
Instinct
When did you stop trusting the things you know deep down? When did you first call yourself a liar, blatantly disregarding your truth? When was the last time you heard the primal drumbeat that connects you? Was it stolen from you? Did you give it away? All at once? Or sacred piece by sacred piece?…
She is the Wind
Standing at the ocean’s side, she spreads her wings. Into the wind, she screams, as the waves lick her dusty feet. She lifts her chin to the sky and wails in anguish. The rain from within, wet on her face. Assaulted by the wind; fervent and relentless. Afraid to be swallowed while she is being…
Your Sun, My Sun
I very much dislikethe way you look Beside meBehind meThrough me Never at me I understand—it feels BoldDangerousUnnecessary To look directly into the sun You can close your eyes, turn your back,and still feel the place she burns from When day’s end inevitably comes,you won’t need to meet her gazeto know she will rise again…
Mark My Words
“Mark my words!” she said So, he did Taking the back of his fist to her daring lips. Heady stars twinkling bright, Solid punctuation to an Irish beat. Hate tossed and gurgled at the back of her throat, A riot of silent indignation. Shame perched high in the branches of her mind, Waiting to take…
Letter to Past Me
Beauty isn’t in the eye of the beholder;Beauty is within.It’s only when you ask for helpThat people let you in Don’t worry about tomorrows,For they are never what they seemTake a moment; quiet your mind;Strive for clarity Jump in, just not so quicklyJump out, but watch where you fallFind peace within the wind and trees;Laugh…