Lessons….

Most promises are lies disguised
as intent. They are the things
of legend. Legends give way to myth
and myths are fairy tales to give hope of the promises they never
intended to keep.

Beware of speech seasoned with
almost words of love.

Magic Woman

Magic, that’s what I am.
Formed in my mother’s womb
on a hot August night and given birth to on a cool May day…

And when he told me, “you don’t even know what love is.”

I simply replied..”I know what it isn’t..so I’ll know it when it comes.”

Baptized in fire…….

The ending of a relationship comes and you tell
yourself that it was you that couldn’t make it
work, couldn’t stick it out. But then you remember
there’s two in the tango. Two people dancing a complicated
dance—a dance that didn’t end in some beautiful twisting
of bodies, entangled like the roots of trees
but a horrible display of disaster before friends, family and
those between. It isn’t the image you display before everyone
else; instead it is what you’ve become behind closed doors.
The real thing that no one witnesses…the pulling away from each
other; replaying every way it went wrong and trying to hold it together
without losing you in the process of it all.
The truth is….you’ll lose yourself…you will shed the old you….the old
life…and you will emerge different and forever changed. For better, for worse
you have changed……

Reflections……

You never believed in my dreams
not the way I believed in yours

If you had, you wouldn’t
have tried erasing mine

And replacing them
with yours….

Jealous whispers….

They whisper under jealous breaths
“how dare they be broken things
in front of the world.”

As if being broken is a sin.
In our “brokenness” we are
growing into bodies that we love.

The very bodies we were taught
to hate…..

Growing wings……

Her body was a mix of past lovers that
had left their residue of treachery on her
soul and straight through bone and marrow

She carried them in her womb and
labored for years to give birth
to their demons.

Below the world, drifting waves
of moans dance with the sounds
of eternity where the demons
hide behind the ribs of the fallen.

These Sacred Scars

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