Thank you. You’ve been through so much already in life, and while it is terrible to experience such pain and heartbreak, please believe me when I say, it wasn’t for nothing. All the panic, all the tears, the fear and sleepless nights, they all paved the way to where you are now. Every inch thatContinue reading “A letter to me”
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Time
The most challenging thing, to me, in this life… Is time. The time it takes to do anything, is never the same Time with the ones you love is never long enough While time stands still in suffering. Falling in love can be instantaneous And waiting for Forever… takes an eternity Yet, time isn’t real,Continue reading “Time”
Happy to
In all my life, I’ve never known such freedoms. The freedom to laugh To cry Sometimes both. The freedom to relax To live At the same time. The freedom to exist To smile And be happy doing it.
Future
I wonder how it feels How it looks How it sounds How it tastes. Will our mornings be slow and happy Our nights, warm and comforting I wonder, dear Future, what does life have in store for me?
Red
It is the freedom that brings peace, But first it brings unease, A discomfort, a nakedness. And when the vines reach to ensnare once again You can finally see the thorns, Still wet with red.
Changing of the seasons
Spring opened her eyes rather than bearing her teeth Warmer winds blowing away the ashes of winters fires • And summer rains will refresh what once was, Relief will pour down Washing away the drought of neglect • Autumns richness will bring clarity As the leaves fall to make way for new life • WhenContinue reading “Changing of the seasons”
Trigger
Everything has changed Yet, almost nothing at all. The rooms are quieter, calmer and relaxed There is space to breathe a full breath. I can close my eyes and let my shoulders drop. There is peace here. But my body tenses at the sound of every vehicle that passes by in the night. I canContinue reading “Trigger”
Eyes open
This poem won’t be for everyone, it’s a bit of a hard hitter so… trigger warning (SA) is implied. Each night when I lay my head down, I am reminded of the nightmares. Not the ones while I slept But the ones while my eyes were open… staring at the ceiling Where minutes felt likeContinue reading “Eyes open”
This
As I stared into the pools of amber and rust, I felt the world slow down The voices quieted And solace settled in. The unseen hands weaving together the fabrics of fate And all at once a spark ignited the dormancy in my soul and said Exactly right there. This is it ~A
Fast car
Windows down, in the passenger seat, The warm city wind rushing over my skin Eyes close to soak in the feeling. Looking up at the night sky, the street lights and cars took place of the stars Speeding too fast, your eyes on me as you leaned over “Kiss me.”
Ink & Embers 