See Past Shells

You are not broken. We all have our chips,scabs and scars,stories hidden, no such thing as perfect,itself a myth; you are perfectas is, each soul a treasure, measured not by appearanceor the illusion of wholenessfor we are equally completewhen love washes over us for no shell is enclosed,though we shrink within, open and in rotation,vulnerable … Continue reading See Past Shells

Seasons Within

Shades of bright pink–magenta, fuchsia, cerise–through a sea of gray, peek,a reminder that soon it will be spring.In the shroud of fog and mistthat seems to perpetually persist, nature refuses to statically subsist;every cloud will again disperse or lift.Time was constructed with the condition of motion with clauses that require stages of hibernation;every living thing needs rest … Continue reading Seasons Within

The Tiller

Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller

Monday to Monday

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Everything happens for a reason? No, I don’t think so. I hope not. I am not a believer in fate to that extreme. It’s too controlling. If it were truth, I’d personally journey to dethrone those meddling Moirai and take back my life. I’d do it for others too.Now destiny to me is a whole … Continue reading Monday to Monday

For A While

Times are changing,the earth keeps rotating,seasons arrive and depart...Change is always hard on my heart. No shadow now joined to my hip.Gradual independence.Children grow up and detach.How can we know which kiss may be the last? Years unravelled from finite twine; at the end, the kites will fly.If Father Time were to grant my wish,which moments … Continue reading For A While