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
Tag: Shadow Work
Firebird
I built myself up from deep under ground but it isn’t enough to contend with night. The monsters and ghouls cannot bare the light of a new day when their eyes have been sewn shut for ages by their own hands. A needle to pierce the flesh of tender eyelids and turn them hard with … Continue reading Firebird
Floral Heart
This fractured heart is a bane to the sweetness of new love. How can it mend if I can’t let him in? How do I allow him in my shattered spaces, stepping on glass and cutting his hands?How do I stop internal bleeding? Boundaries breached. Blood where it doesn’t belong, robbing my heart of the … Continue reading Floral Heart
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
Solar Rival
If you are not afraid, my love, then I am happy for you. If your legs are strong to keep you standing in the fire, the storm, in the shifting currents of dark water, then would you hold my trembling cup? My hands are shaking too much to keep the medicine from spilling and I … Continue reading Solar Rival
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
Night Keeper
I have been the night for so many. I bring them into shadow lands so they may let go and descend. I’ve been a gatekeeper for the elevator to the underworld, like a daughter of Hela or Persephone. The price to enter is only pride and vanity, and the clutching of hands … Continue reading Night Keeper
Catalytic Convert
I. We are limited in our vision of what is because of the hope of what could be. We are fantastic dreamers, painting others in that likeness with expert skill, only to find ourselves with messy hands and soiled clothes when the violence of life wears away at the paint. You were a gargoyle … Continue reading Catalytic Convert
Dark Aurelian
How many times
do I have to die
to be reborn?
How many times
must I dissolve?
New Blood
I. I fell in love with monsters and now they won’t leave me alone. I have banished them from my mind and heart, Even thought I cloaked myself to be hidden well, Changed the way I move smell, my chemistry, my mark… Cut off all my hair. Cleaned up all the footprints giving away my … Continue reading New Blood