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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
Prisoner No More You sentenced me my shackles fear hate shame self-loathing resentment, memories of pain inflicted bind me to you. I drag my chains heavy with despair rusted with tears long to be set free. Blame burns my mind. I cannot, will not forget, yet my heart seeks peace. Liberation lies within. No lock… Continue reading Poem: Prisoner No More
Penelope You came into this world a being of Light. Shadow People sought to make your Light their own. You hid your Light from those who caused you harm, buried it deep down inside. But you buried it so deep you forgot your true self. You came to believe the Shadow People – came to… Continue reading Poem: Penelope
Hypervigilance She surfs the edge of dreams dares not sleep too deep the Bogeyman lurks in every shadow, eager to tear flesh from bone. Snap of twig outside the window she bolts up grasps the knife beneath her pillow heart racing ears tuned eyes search darkness. No one’s there she tells herself, curls down to… Continue reading Poem: Hypervigilance