Today, something called to me From inside, A pull toward purple, A smoky amethyst of soul, A peace, And acceptance I have been striving for, But could not seem to reach by trying; The more I let go, The more I am at ease, With what comes next, Not with compliancy, But reassurance That despite how the path may be laid, With twists, turns, cliffs, and valleys, I will know how to balance, On roads even unpaved; Acceptance is trusting that the universe, In all it has shaped me with, Has made me able to withstand And appreciate Whatever happens next
Lonely is not my end, It is but a chapter In my epic story; Nights alone, Basking in a blue light Soothing and healing internal hurts From love gone wrong Is where I am meant to be, Right now, For now; Tenderly mending from in to out, Alone, to never again be truly lonely; Here, preparing my heart For whatever is next, Building its muscle To jump back in, Wanting, But patient for Love, Biding my precious time, For someone loving, ready and worthy of me, And what I have to offer in return; With one life to live, I will appreciate the embrace of the dark Until when I am ready and willing, To be embraced in the dark.
I deserve More than I know yet, I deserve Because hell I’m worth it, I deserve Because I know who I am, And loving her makes me realize I can’t expect love, respect and affection from another, If I can’t expect that from myself, for myself, And so I’ll confess it here: “I love me”; I am intelligent, I am wise I am beautiful, I am kind, I am good I am awe-inspiring I am all this and more, And yes, I am god-damn deserving.
These are thoughts Long sealed in For fear they drive away A friend. I do not confide how their presence Sets the soul at ease; Why keep such a blessing to the self then?
Love is not just passion, hearts and roses, Love, Was once upon a time Hijacked By wedding planners, Hallmark, Victoria’s Secret And Kay’s, So thus we forget, Or never learn That even romance Should start with a friend; A friend –perhaps it is thus why we tiptoe Around showing these trusted, Beloved companions and confidants, friends, Our Love.
May we be wise And remember, Only a friend Can truly appreciate A friend’s Love.
You, Something happened to you That you don’t want to touch Don’t want to ponder, Because it hurt. The wound memory remains; A scar, Tender, Real, Still part of you, Be tempted to feel it, This reshaped you, To know And accept that the past happened, And you are not who you were before You were injured, But you are so much more, You are a living work of art a soul vessel Being modeled and molded still, Your cracks repaired with healing gold, And Your light glows through Where that won’t hold; Beautiful As you are.
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.