The world became a little less bright that day. A degree of light went away, mostly imperceptible to the naked eye. Mornings in Spring gained a haze. The sun wept to lose your smile and serenity in his radiance. How you loved to bath in it. It took a few days for his tears to … Continue reading Light on the Water
Category: Grief and Loss
Phantom Companion
There is a shadow of melancholy overlaid upon me like a second skin. I don’t know how to shed it. I could be happy as a Panda in a bamboo forest, or joyful as a Golden Retriever playing fetch with a companion, but always the tinge is there. A constant storm brewing in the cauldron … Continue reading Phantom Companion
Brave Morphling
A hot whip lashes my chest like a demon’s attempt to break my ethereal heart. The gates are closed, but the mark is left on the pearl and I can’t get it off. Perfection is a lie we tell ourselves in order to aspire, because that’s what we’re taught: always reach, always strive. But life … Continue reading Brave Morphling
Slow Thaw
This hot searing pain in my chest. The contrast of frozen heart against human heat. The unchanging past trying to exist in the fluidity of now. Statues will fall in the current of a river if given enough time. Isn’t it violent to put a flame under ice? Why not let fire be fire without … Continue reading Slow Thaw
Cup of Life
TRIGGER WARNING: This poem may contain content that brings up unhealed material in those with trauma. Please take care when reading this and make sure you have supportive help to assist in your process when needed. What tragedy to be marked when scars become a part of you, like a different heart or lungs: a … Continue reading Cup of Life
Dream Girl
Engaging with the outside world falls away like shells of walnuts cracked apart for the prize within. Could this be the skin of my serpent soul sloughing off in the violence needed for me to be truly free? To release the dead and dying threads binding me for ages so I may finally live? To … Continue reading Dream Girl
Beacon Heart
Running from wounded shadows into someone’s arms for safety doesn’t work when no one knows how to hold you. Strong arms are really soft lead that weares away with pressure and makes a mark. You want to write your law on my heart, but Spirit has already done that with the Law of Love. I’m … Continue reading Beacon Heart
Little Bird
The Audacity of a man is a fire in the forest. It can keep you warm, light the night, burn down habitats. I was a little bird, cold in a tree, who forgot to fly south for Winter. Shiver and shake I did, remnants of ice on my tiny wings. I saw a light in … Continue reading Little Bird
The Withering Prize
How can I be loved when my face ages so fast and I disintegrate every day? The lines are deeper today, like my years are writing themselves more assuredly into my skin, like they are convinced we belong together after all. A tattoo of commemoration, the shadow of The Crone cast upon me. The promise … Continue reading The Withering Prize
Fragile Feathers
My head feels so heavy for my body. His body feels too heavy for his soul. And here we are, toiling through life, waiting for heaven, lamenting all in contrast with that likeness. How do we have it in us to keep reaching for paradise when it’s been lost for so long? His wings are … Continue reading Fragile Feathers