I am broken;
aren’t we all?
Born into a world that does not care how finite our bodies are,
How fragile our minds are,
I am broken by life,
And made whole again,
living,
albeit scarred,
By the gift of healing
Category: Poetry
Kintsugi
You,
broken beautiful,
precious porcelain,
Held together by gold,
Kintsugi,
Your cracks
–where the light shines through,
So that you glow,
And your halo illuminates
those who have the gift of your presence,
I had that gift
And it was,
And it is
priceless
Lunar Wake Up
The Moon wakes me up,
Whispering that it is time,
Time to bare my soul
Soul Mates
Soul mates touch, make love,
Miles, years, and lifetimes apart
They are still, despite
Embodiment
In the next plane they may be together,
When things are vastly different,
When bodies have no boundaries,
And they exist as they have always suspected they should,
Outside of time and space,
They are the embodiment of pure love.
Memes
They choose
Not to think,
Because thinking is hard,
They let the memes think, speak for them,
Agreeing, acquiescing, promoting
The said and unsaid thoughts of its creator,
Who needs a mind when there is a meme.
She of Letters 