Cycling through deepest pain I sit under the sky Inky lash s t a i n s fragile skin Nerve endings open like constellations in the night sky Seeking safety in those fluent in stars Not many are A shift toward dawn light… And the fading begins into non-existence sensibilities that are too soft too deep too loud for an unfeeling world
Breathe
For now bathing in a mother of pearl Almost silver glow Her presence s t i l l s my trembling breath Cooling, liquid lava tear trails The roar of simply being now… Decibels lower To a serene pulse Selene guides my hopeful eyes to hers Kissing my forehead in a caress as if I was the child created with her lover If only -
Breathe
Artemis, the huntress was never called upon for p r o t e c t i o n during the new moons of Girlhood, a never ending night terror Dark shadows sitting heavy on my chest muting, gripping, encasing Loneliness in the fear Like an ancient song that kept playing Frozen in time forcing breath to
Breathe
Even as I wished to disappear
Many nights, I stared at the empty night sky Intuitive knowing Hecate With her red hounds in liminal spaces inviting her sacred number 3 to me It came quietly over time… It was the 3 that protects Haunts Sees me into wholeness While tethering my mind to travel between life and death Digging deep into hidden truths that wish to remain buried Like luna moths in transformation
Breath transversing beautiful suffering through words
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 