Restless is my soul in this skin, morphing, from the cocoon but not yet used to these wings, free from the dark, cramped past-life chrysalis but not free enough from the weighted wet preventing my wings from fully drying, so I can fly, soar to my fullest potential, reach the height I've been … Continue reading Restless
Rainbow from the hose, thank you for appearing; I need you to reassure me that these dreams I keep secret in my heart are worth keeping, that they will come true if I do my part and never stop believing there is a pot of gold out there meant for me.
The steps toward my future are soothing, silk sand shifting between my toes, as I choose the bridge or dune to begin again on unpaved roads.
My thoughts are the ebb drawn by the sea; the flow returns without the answers I seek, no messages in bottles or whispering shells, no sign from above, even in the clouds... my thoughts go out and nothing returns, over and over until I feel lighter but not empty, for in that … Continue reading Drawn by the Sea
Fresh white canvas brushed with the softest, barely-there pink, soft morning rays after the rain gently blushing my cheek, single subtle cobweb still tickling me from yester's dusty corners lightly sticking, I bravely but shyly in this new season ever so slowly again expose my interior; I am fragile now, not as hearty … Continue reading Believing in My Beauty
Praying for rain
The opening act