Stunning imagery
Powerful echoes
Audacious, honest, vulnerable, sensual
I remember her!
Parts of her still occassionally spark
Like being beach ready
She wishes she could catch alight
But she's the one who doused the wick
In equal parts naive and scared
Blind to herself and reality
Scared her dreams wouldn't fit
Into schedules, rules, routines
Scared her ways would be unwelcome
Too much, too little, too inconsistent
Naive to words and symbols hidden
Joy spoke in another tongue
Beliefs that walls cannot be moved
Missing that there was intention
So she drifted, lost at first
And accepted an invitation
To explore the idea of a life
Of different proportions
Decades past she felt an ache
A void that she could never fill
She searched all over for the source
And tumbled into depression
Until the footprints in the sand
Helped her climb to life anew
Where she deeply loved herself
And fiercely, the hand that saved her
Soul mates they say, raise each other
Ever closer to their soul's purpose
Teacher, healer, builder, muse, inspiration, friend and more
I'm ready to adapt and evolve, contribute and create, or create space if needed.
This might be the worst poem I've written, but it is 4.30am, and I'm awake in a dramatic lightening storm after days of heat-disrupted sleep, so I'm cutting myself some slack!
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