Steps were heavy Growing heavier Taking more effort Making her slower A shaking began More of a tremor With each footfall Was a tidal wave Of fluid motion Her years kept her Clung to her bones And held her tight She was caught Underneath gravity Sink ing deeper Into the ground Becoming The ground
The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…
The slight shade tickled my toes As it danced around the sunlight Whizzing dragon flies chased Daffodils and sunflowers That played tug of war with the breeze Don’t they know? Don’t they care? That their time is terribly short The leaves will turn and briskly fall The dragonflies will begin to freeze And the flowers…
I understand some people being so angry they are having a hard time wanting to move forward. I read a lot of fear and sadness and hateful posts and I get it. It’s emotional. We have a lot at stake. I don’t judge you for it and I’ll never say “just get over it”…
Dear daughter: You my love Are a woman And that means You will be told things Some will be true And many more will not The only thing You must do Is to find yourself Who are you? What you stand for? And know you are strong That you have options And when you don’t You get creative…
If we were vines I would wrap around you And I would strengthen you You would grow higher More sturdy and sure And you would bloom And I would bloom Together We would bloom But as most vines do You would also be free To branch out And see what there is Of a world…
. I could write a million words. Pick up my pen every single day. Let every emotion spill on to the page until the end of time. And I still wouldn’t be able to capture how much you mean to me.
Sometimes, as I lay under a clear night sky, I will imagine I’m a star letting the quiet absorb the sound of my flames. I begin to feel the loneliness of it. The sheer desperation to connect burns so bright inside me that I am like a flashlight searching across the universe for someone to…
Rain fell from a black sky But the sand beneath her Drank it from existence And she stood waiting As the rain fell on her Face, neck, arms, breasts Accumulating As if she was made of wax Her body was exposed Naked And spotted with age Her hair was long The color of tarnished nickel…
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