I do not fall easily,
But I fall hard,
I commit myself
To a hand,
Based on
possibility
And knowing
When
There is an inner goodness
Pulsing through with radiant beauty
That my own senses have perceived,
Thus, I am not who I was
Before,
–Back then eager, heart merely pure
with naiveté,
Now matured
My heart recognizes,
And knows to banish the love con,
For my Iove is still true,
Loyal,
And my loving worthy of one
who can truly love
Me;
May my good heart not be fooled
Again,
By a love vandal.
Tag: Growth
Strengthened
I see myself,
I feel myself,
In bits of blue-green,
That are pushing up through darkness
I have always been here,
Here inside this vessel of self,
Learning how to grow up,
And out,
Strengthening in order to be
Me.
Vulnerability: I Love
Vulnerability is my vulnerability,
I pick and choose
the pieces of me to share
I shuffle my deck,
Lay my cards out
Then scuttle back,
Back in,
Under cover
To safety,
Concerned others might see.
Or, I did;
Until
Sometime this past November,
When a New Birthday gift
Enhanced my shell,
Made it stronger
And made it removable,
I need not bare all,
But I can bare.
And I can be so damn proud,
And openly admire
this body,
this mind,
this heart,
this soul,
With all the bumped,
Bruised
Smoothed,
Filled,
Filed,
Etched,
Modeled,
Molded aspects
Of this vessel;
Of this person I am.
This person
She is Beautiful;
Authentic,
Wild,
Ever growing,
Ever learning,
Ever being;
For she is living.
And I love her;
She is Me.
The Space Between
Do you get lost sometimes
In the wondering,
If things had gone differently?
If perhaps you and I hadn’t,
Ended?
I do.
But then again I sometimes go back further,
And wonder what if,
We had never been.
–And I wouldn’t want that for the world!
In the time we were ‘us’
I became,
A grown woman,
Found my first real love,
My first real heartbreak,
Became stronger,
Became bolder,
Learned love wasn’t as clear and cut,
As a Hallmark,
I learned love could grow,
Could evolve,
Shift, morph,
Transcend time and space,
Love like ours does that,
Love like ours has its own language,
Love like ours is intangible,
yet it touches every nerve ending,
Pleasure and pain,
Love like ours stays with us,
No matter what we do,
Others might interpret this as guardian seraphim work,
But from what I feel I know it’s you,
We are connected,
No matter the space between,
From our fingers once intertwined,
I am still yours,
As you are mine.
Nails
My nails are long,
And strong,
Not brittle,
It is a sign of my health,
Of my body’s apt recovery,
From life
Cycle of Inspiration
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