Thank goodness for seasonsand changing skiesto provide the movementneeded in our lives, movement to bring inand to carry awaythe hopes and sighsof the everyday. The winds seem to changeto nudge emotional stagnanciesunbeknownst to usthwarting the plans of Destiny, for the blessings lined up for uscan only be receivedif after the winters,we can open our heartsonce … Continue reading Thank Goodness for Seasons
amidst the fallensacrificial death of greena seedshell opens Against a hurricane-weathered fenceheld up by a deeply-rooted meek tree,as the southern seasons strive to change,a branch extends a unique offering, and in it, I naturally see... the inspirational braveryof opening up so vulnerably,for beneath the protective shelllies for another's winterthe hope-story for spring.
In the silence, blooms slowly awaken from deep sleep, each petal fading in to life, colored gradually by individual rays of soft, natural light. I wait in line. The peace already activating me inside, a hymnal hum with lost lyrics returning to mind. Here comes my light... I am ready. Old me, goodbye. Evolution of … Continue reading Silent Awakening
obstructed by boulders, been told of the horizon beyond make the best of the dead-end called home the road placed upon no need for wings when caged by ceiling dreams fading suffocating gaze turned away from that crack letting in light ears choose to no longer be fooled by hope's lullaby no way out of … Continue reading Obstructed
A little over two years ago, I visited Ponce de Leon Springs State Park with some friends. It was September, and the water was cold enough to keep most out of it, 68 degrees year-round. Some brave souls waded in the shallow waters. I dove headfirst off a rock into the deep. It was a … Continue reading Submersion
Whispers of unfulfilled potential
My hands are free. It is an odd feeling to be gripping so tightly nothing, but not like previous free falling. My feet are steady. The fears, the desperations, have fled, leaving me drama free. I have landed in such a strange new land. My muses, even, have retreated, not in abandonment, but belief that … Continue reading This Strange New Land
A decapod's ten cents worth
Sporadic white-dandelions, pieces of me, that landed everywhere scattered, like me... escaping, flying free, fleeing the gardener, befriending the breeze to re-seed elsewhere, anywhere but here, leap-frogging by sprouting up the hill... I follow you, and together we enjoy the new view.
Here, I stand. A few steps in. A new frontier. The furthest and farthest I've ever been, Ahead, my smile. Behind me, tears. I have dropped my weapons, proceed with caution, arms up, I surrender to the gentle wind. I am confident. I am curious. I am in no hurry. … Continue reading Here, I Stand.