Tag Archives: blood

Drawn

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I see your chest rise,

An intake of breath as our eyes meet.

Drawn together

Instinctively before we can blink in recognition.

And the blood courses through my veins,

I can feel yours doing the same.

This quaking within;

An

Electrifying surge created resonates

Beyond people and places known as these Bodies come together.

Magic.

A supreme stillness overcomes my soul

And settles the melding.

We cannot stop what was set in motion

Before time itself

Nor

Do we wish to.

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Defy

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Defy your fears.

Take courage of heart

And

Rise.

Lift yourself up and out,

Into the sunlight.

Rest there as long as you need

Feeling heat upon skin;

Breathing air into the neglected depths

Of your lungs.

Here you will feel once more

The blood beating through your veins.

Remember yourself.

Listen. There is your heart song.

Allow yourself to weep,

Allow yourself to sing.

One, two , three inhale and roar.

One, two, three take a chance and soar.

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I was taught to

Swallow my tears.

Keep them within,

Becoming bloated with grief.

My blood saturated with salt

Until

Solidified

Heart so heavy

And lungs drowned with self inflicted water,

I could no longer stand.

I could not absorb oxygen needed to keep warm nor fully breathe,

Could not pump blood through my own veins to live.

Not knowing that to cry was such strength

For those surrounding me

Saw it,

Claimed it as

Victory;

A winning of some kind to break another more than yourself.

I still cry in the dark.

I never said I was perfect.

It Starts With One

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It starts with one mind.

It starts with one heart.

To become love

And let go of anger.

And there the one shares with

Another.

Let go of judgements of strangers.

Then the two become the four

And exponentially

We let go.

Embrace anew

As love recognizes hate

No more.

Alter the tide.

What becomes reality for one

Becomes the reality

For

The Sum.

….

Let not your eyes deceive you

As you look in the mirror.

The blood that we shed

Is no other color

But red.

*originally published January 2015 @choleintodiamonds*

Owl

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The wise old owl
Sits upon the branch

And turns his head to look at me

As I approach.

In the moment we lock eyes

I am aware of more than

Can be put into words;

There in my heart and mind.

We are all of time in 

Physical form,

Blood and bones.

And the wise owl knows this

 As he says everything to me

Though he does not speak.