My Dear, These Tears You Weep

Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…

I Stand.

You stood before me,
held my hands in yours truly.
You spoke with an unwavering faith in WE...

The Meaning of Winter

Winter is the womb where Spring finds the room,
to give way to Summer where she is in full bloom.
Then falls into Autumn like the leaves to their resting tomb.
Home again.
We find ourselves.
In the deep Winter of our womb.

A Fire Burned in their Names…

To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed, 
misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.

A Fire Burned in their Names

To Thee—who feels broken, maimed, and overly-tamed, 
misguided and trained to feel so much disdain. To Thine—who wants to be awoken, reclaimed, and untamed, inner-guided to feel the melody of being unchained.

You Belong to the Earth and the Skies

To those who dare to wander and find, your truth to no longer feel hopelessly blind.

Empathy Warrioress.

She feels between-the-lines, of what others do not express. She reads between-the-wines, for what goes unexpressed. She's a feeler of the world, filled with the wealth of inner success.

The Realness of You.

Another poetic memoir from my Vulnerablity Vault of "things to scared to share" written in late Spring of 2012 in the height of a budding summer romance.