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Bit By Bit


It has been painful to dig out


The veins of the abuse

In her body,

Mind and heart

For it is in her skin,

Her bones and breath;

The self loathing and unworthiness.


The cracks,

The light is getting out now

Slowly but surely


Bit by bit

She is allowing love return

In once more.




And this unwavering yearning for you

Resonates in my blood and my bones

As i wander;

You are here

In the air

And i breathe.

We lie


Still as trees

Warmth between us tended and



Soothing these aches and the pains of the heart and mind in this dimension.

Scars forgotten as hope permeates within and


A surge of all that was purged as a new dawn begins.


Roots and Bugs


It is a wonderful thing

To throw the windows open in spring

And look upon the world.

I stand still and welcome the air


Saturate my skin.

Better yet

The morning dew is winking at me

And the smell of fresh cut grass is teasing me.

“ Come play, come play”

They say

Knowing precisely how to lift my spirits,

So out i go.

And my mind eases

And i forget my troubles as i settled my tired Bones

Amongst the roots, bugs and soil.

Lifting my gaze to the sky

And closing my eyes,

Humming softly to myself

I am free.

Winter Rain


Cold winter rain falls on my


I like to look up when it is pouring

Allowing myself to

Get completely

Drenched because everything dries

Off eventually right?

It burns my skin

Yet chills my bones.

I love how it makes me feel alive,

My whole body

Shivering to keep me warm.

All the hairs on my body standing up

In protest.

I protest the protest and giggle.

And it always feels so delicious to get warm After

A good chill.

On to a hot shower and into

A pile of blankets

Until another moment shakes up all of

My senses.

Life presents

Continuous moments to marvel.



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.