Honey, you are like the butterfly Air, light and grace Hold your spirit high and free Your color runs if you are held
If you notice the eyes seeking the flowers, the sun, the night sky If you notice the constant longing for fresh air If you see the way I get lost in nature, in stories and in everything else that carries me away If you see through me to me, with all my intricacies You seeContinue reading “If you see”
There’s a feeling I have been trying to place for some time. Something about loss, something about things being irreversible, something about grasping at empty feelings. I can’t trace it. It feels like I run and run and run at it but I can’t hold it, and I cannot understand it. It’s something to doContinue reading “7.6.20”
And when you love me, I hope you love me for the chaos of my mind and not just the canvas of my face.
Everything seems well and good. Until you remember, you have always held your body as a beacon heralding harm And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage with a gentle, sensitive soul. It hurts and it hurts so it twinesContinue reading “Beacons”
There is no easy fix for helping someone you love heal from their pain. That is a journey they have to take themselves. And the more they learn to walk on their path, the stronger they will be. If you want to help, talk to them. Ask them what helps them as they learn howContinue reading “Midnight Musings (13.3.20)”
Honey, I know the clouds are there And a storm looks imminent There will be flashes of lightning And there might be thunder And the whole sky is going to put up a show You don’t have to be afraid though. Just sit back, open your eyes and empty your mind. The performance is almostContinue reading “Curtain Call”
Maybe if you looked at the world like you would at a glass snow globe You would understand, That we share the same sky And the same snow blankets us all And we aren’t all that different from each other
She was the girl who survived, the one who lived to tell the tale, and was assumed the stronger for it. Little did you know – you could breathe life into a paper girl but you could never make her real. She would always be made of paper, always susceptible to flames.
Maybe it will be in the silence of a noisy road, in the stillness of a crowded hospital, in the vibrancy of the same four walls, wherever it is though, wherever you find your peace – center yourself.