I never ask.
Not because I don’t care or I don’t get jealous.
No,I never ask because I don’t have to face the answer.
The truth doesn’t have to make its way into my world.
The one where I convinced myself you love me and everything else is just you wrapping up unhealed parts of yourself.
I don’t have to face the blade cutting parts of me away.
Small assaults mend while my armour protects me from the kill shots.
I walk each day holding that place only we know exist in my heart.
Letting the warmth of the sun and moon keep me going.
I don’t ask.
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The Armor of My Protected Heart
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Echoes of Us
I like to think it all fell into place somewhere.
That we fell and no one ran.
We both knew and wanted it all.
That our intensity never faltered.
Obsession and passion never went too dark.
That we burned for one another night after night.
Lighting the world ablaze with the enormity of us.
The secret language was one of our super powers developed over lifetimes.
Warriors, fierce, lovers, and each other’s havens.
That time and beauty never crept in rotting us.
Somewhere we walk side by side.
Our heart and desires echo a call only we know.
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Sacred Elements
The stillness in the calm breeze grounds me as my toes dig into the sand. The warmth of the sunshine kissing my skin reminds me of the beauty I carry within. Nature’s beautiful song echoes as the water crashes to the shore. The sight of love as mated birds fly and soar. The final element to call in myself, magic, is the one within my soul – the fire that burns inside. All four together, now I’m whole. My sanctuary out in the wild, a place to renew. My energy is sacred; my aura, a rare jewel.
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The Healer’s Gift
Her touch is healing.
Magic flows through her energy.
Pouring her emotions into the one she has chosen.
It must be giving freely with love fueling her.
That’s the secret of the wielder of this ancient gift.
Possessing the ability to remove her gifts when she is being drained or hurt.
Her hands are healing.
She gives.
Unless you cause her to burn.
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Listen to yourself…
Getting the ick is when you finally start to detach.
It’s the intuition screaming at you after not listening.
The call to action on things that don’t align with who you are.
Your values and where you want to go.
The reason behind why things simply never worked.
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She is Me
She is Stardust mixed with Hellfire.
Wild and diffident.
She is Love.
And she is unstoppable.
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Echoes of a Mother’s Love
Do you hear my voice?
I often wander what yours would have sounded like.
What your little face would have looked like?
You are missed every single day.
My tears still spill over a life we never got to spend together.
Can you hear my prayers for you?
I feel you sometimes.
At night when I get to have quiet moments and grieve.
You’re life inside me was just ours to have.
My sweet angel always with me.
The gravity of who you were to me can get heavy at times.
That is just a mother’s heart.
Time doesn’t remove my love.
When I meet you where you are, I will hold you in my arms.
I love you.
I love you all.
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Worthiness to Occupy Space.
It happened again tonight.
I caught myself apologizing for taking up space.
That little part of me that still doesn’t feel like I deserve to be happy.
Healing and happy, yet that voice still speaks to me.
The person was gracious, encouraging me.
Learning to be worth it is not a perfect process.
The weight of it didn’t last.
I changed the internal dialogue.
Those steps that I once couldn’t climb becoming easier to go up.
Standing a little taller.
Smile a bit brighter.
I am proud of me and that is all the worth I really need.
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The Queens Claim
Time and space know the truth.
The stars, sky, and the moon keepers of my secrets.
The day he kissed me they saw it align.
Running is one thing, but you can not hide.
For it has been set, the path on course.
He belongs to me of that I am sure.
Fate playing out time and time again.
I am his without question.
When he is done playing with his prey.
He will enter into his Queens den.
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A Girl too Young…
Time passes by.
Memories don’t plague me as much as they once did.
Physical pain comes and goes.
When my trauma from what they did does rear its ugliness, it all comes back.
A tsunami of pain.
I should have been safe in my bed that night.
My drink should have been safe.
I was far too young to know it wasn’t.
A girl too young to be broken this way.
Physical damage that I still carry scars from.
I was changed.
Forever.
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