Ever suddenly been moved to tears and not know why? These tears you weep, from way down deep...…
Tag: Poetic Prose
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.
The Dance
Guest Writer This Week! Featuring a poem about women who not only run with wolves, they dance.
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.
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