poetry
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Often Used, Rarely Seen
People have often used my goodness and dismissed my soul They have always known how to channel my helpfulness or land safely in my kindness but the things that make up me are not welcomed downright odd and deserve ridicule I find myself otherwise invisible used or ridiculed Yet still I am me and always… Continue reading
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More than Words
Where is the poet? Crowded out by noise and action She sees but can’t fully feel There isn’t space She hears but can’t fully listen There isn’t time She needs these: Space Tine Feeling It is where her seeds are watered and begin to blossom It is where the darkest night inside her becomes speckled… Continue reading
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Knitting Safety
Feeling safe after trauma does not happen all at once but in steps like the knitting of a blanket to cover you or the building of a bridge to cross Sometimes it may come instantly with certain people who already feel safe Through hugs or words or presence but most of the time it will… Continue reading
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Kindred Spirits
I seek companions who notice the stars Those wildflower investigators and wondered-eyed bug observers Companions who pause to watch a bird a snail Who stand in awe as they look up at any tree Who trace the edges of a cloud marveling at their mastery These kindred spirits are of my kind living quietly among… Continue reading
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Ecosystems Within
The reason why you feel so much is because there are ecosystems within you Oceans that can rage Glassy calm lakes Deserts full of red rocks Snowy tundras Mountain tops Of course there are days you feel a lot and sometimes you don’t understand them It is because the beauty within you supports a diversity… Continue reading
About Me
An obsessive journaler who loves meeting others along their journey and giving them a hand to hold through pieces of writing. I write about the heartbreaks of life and the joys, the ups and downs, and I often learn my greatest lessons and miracles from nature.
Joyful Ruins 