Travel back,
And find your story,
It is worth telling,
It was worth living,
Fuel the words with ink
And remember why
You are here,
How you came to be,
Patient flower,
How you came to bloom.
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Be, For the Lost
Loss,
Of anticipated moments,
Of a hope for something new,
Grief and confusion
Fill this void
What to do,
Without the one
Who was not, was,
and then suddenly lost
Be human,
Be sentient,
Breathe,
This is your moment to mourn,
To find life again
After it’s loss,
Pick up the pieces of
A scattered you,
Learn again how
To laugh,
To live
For love,
For the one
You lost
The Mystic
She thinks in verse,
In a spectrum of iridescent hues,
Her wonderings and worryings,
Are as a mystic,
Learning her craft,
This is a long road
One she is both
Always and never
Alone,
The great awakenings she found
Were the shock
To the system,
The test,
The cure,
To sustain life,
To blossom the hidden bud,
Within her core,
She is learning everything
With new eyes,
A new mind,
A new love,
Appreciation,
Of life,
Of light
Both Ways
Open up your heart,
There is so much pain
Outside its walls,
Open up your heart,
And know it’s better for love when shared,
Open up ,
Up is where you will find
The freedom,
Open up,
And know you’ll be letting in
The love,
The light;
This goes both ways
The Lost and Found
Find me,
I am lost!
Between the lines,
Buried in the pages,
Your words
Guide me back,
To sunlight
And sanity,
To direction
Of what is good
And what is home
I find myself
In this dizzying repetition
Of curiosity,
mystery,
intrigue,
confusion,
loss,
wholeness,
And at last, again
I am
Found.
Possibilities
Possibilities,
Bubbles of if and maybe,
Yet to come to be
She of Letters 