Stunning imagery
Powerful echoes
Audacious, honest, vulnerable, sensual
I remember her!
Parts of her still occasionally spark
Like being portrait ready
She daydreams life could catch alight
But she's the one who doused the wick
When equal parts naive and scared
Blinded her to herself and reality
Scared her desires wouldn't fit
With schedules, rules and tradition
Scared her ways would be distasteful
Too much, too little, too inconsistent
Naive to words and symbols hidden
Zest spoken in another tongue
Belief that walls cannot be moved
Unmindful that there was intention
So she drifted, feeling lost
Until she had an invitation
To explore the idea of a life
In a more transparent sphere
Years went by, she felt imbalanced
A void she could not fill alone
She searched inside out for the answers
But tumbled into depression
Until the footprints in the sand
Helped her climb to life anew
Where she deeply loves herself
And fiercely, the hand that saved her
One who raises others up
Ever closer to their soul's purpose
Teacher, healer, builder, muse
Inspiration, friend and more
I'm ready to adapt, evolve
To show up, build and contribute
But I'll step back, make space if asked
I also know the value of peace.
This might be the worst poem I've written, but it is 4am, 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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