Gift of Grace She dwindled to a flicker of flame. Lonely as a loon in the morning mist, life held only shades of gray. She traveled a wooded path to where the river bends beneath a willow tree, happened upon a doe and fawn grazing at the water’s edge eyes transfixed upon her gentle, trusting… Continue reading Poem: Gift of Grace
Messages We grew up afraid, unsure of ourselves. Stupid! Idiot! What are you, a moron? We grew up believing we were in the way. Children are meant to be seen, not heard! Some of us became rebels— lost ourselves in drugs, sex numbed ourselves with booze. Do as I say, not as I do! Some… Continue reading Poem: Messages
Rag Doll Rescue Pretty little doll with dark curly hair, painted-on smile how tattered you’ve become cobwebs cling to shadows behind vacant hazel eyes dust balls collect in folds of your dress. I pull a thread dangling from your heart, witness the unraveling. Demons from childhood tumble to the floor, scramble for safety under machine-cut… Continue reading Poem: Rag Doll Rescue
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I Can’t Wish Myself into Joy I was a girl at play, buoyant with glee simple things: merry-go-rounds pogo sticks puppies. Powerlessness Pain Exuberance dwindled. Years grew heavy, humorless, numb. I can’t wish myself into joy. It must well from within – lotus blossom through mud, organic. Sunlight streams hope to my heart. Quiescent petals… Continue reading Poem: I Can’t Wish Myself into Joy
River of Secrets She balances at the edge of a colossal canyon, carved by the fierce river of her stolen soul. Spirit whispers to her upon eagle wings, guides her to take the plunge. She is safe, up here in the mid-day sun; its brightness hides what she fears to feel. Below lies the burden… Continue reading Poem: River of Secrets
Taking Flight I hover over us as you defile my body, bear witness to your inhumanity through this thin veil of fog. You ravage my innocence but I feel no pain. Time no longer exists. I will remain out of reach until you are through, descend only when it is safe to return. Photo by… Continue reading Poem: Taking Flight