poetry
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Anchor
Lost myself and now anew What am I anchored to? It once was faith but that is gone What brings me back to myself now? It can’t be others because my relationship with them is like the changing weather at best It can’t be God because He or She is everywhere and a mystery to Continue reading
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Love in a Cup
I did not know my love for you could grow anymore than it already has Like a cup full now overflowing and yet it does not spill out because you hold it too So rather than a cup overflowing our love together started as a cup and has grown into a creek And as water Continue reading
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Our Sycamore Tree
Sitting on the bench with you looking up Arms around each other She stretches above us white trunk and branches reaching out teaching us to wonder while giving us her shelter Today her leaves are a mix of oranges, yellows, and browns She is enchanting and every moment with you on this bench under her Continue reading
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Compassion is God
I used to feel you close almost as if you lived within me and spoke innately but then you became so foreign all the things I once knew questioned and I hardly chose this path though some condemn me as though I did Instead I was thrust into it and then choosing not to question Continue reading
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Magic
I think your heart has been asleep love locked away for a rainy day Perhaps I had the magic key love to open it up and restart your love My heart was bruised and scarred hesitant towards love Perhaps you had the magic salve to heal the wounds and help me heal Together we have 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 