I said it.
All so out of ordinary
For my heart’s modus operandi,
Here I can not deny,
I watch my words,
For of this
I can not lie,
Nor to this 1.
Watch My Words
Tag: seeking
The Bloom
This is open,
Parting of shell,
To test the rain;
water
She has been burned,
Scorched
Even by the familiar sun,
Been made weary of Trust
But this is now trusting
The unknown,
This is realizing
She has lived far past her early fears,
And is not a blooming body
Receiving judgment,
She now is
The Bloom,
Awake,
Aware,
Knowing her worth,
She sifts the soil,
Deeper in
The sands
Of space and time,
To find her other half,
1 worthy
Of the bloom
That is She.
Missing Home
As much as I find formation,
In the Ivory tower that surrounds me,
There is something missing,
Begging for completion in this equation,
It is a longing for familiar arms and body
For me to embrace,
And the comfort of love in the flesh
Made closer to my being,
It is a need for the very souls that drive me in my seeking,
It is an irony of needing to leave to find what is most needed
Is what was left behind,
I knew this already,
But it is the felt notion that brings this to brightest light,
In missing home.
She of Letters 