Carolyn Crossley

Tired

The journey
Is so exhausting.
I am weak,
So weary,
I could lay my head down and
Just give up right now.

Manifest

I like to find the witch in me,
sometimes it is so hard to see.
I use magic so I can be,
daughter of the earth, set free.

I attune with the turning earth.
Seasons can bring sorrow and mirth.
Then for what it is truly worth,
of happiness, there is no dearth.

Find answers wherever they hide
That still, small voice that lives inside.
For you have searched both far and wide.
Now manifest a smoother ride!

Forgiveness

forgive yourself first
then forgive everyone else
no matter the crime…

Shadow Self

you will have to learn
to accept this part of you
the dark to your light.

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Carolyn Crossley, known as the ©🦊VixenOfVerse, is a poet and writer based in the Greater Manchester area of North West England in the UK. She enjoys spoken word events very much. Carolyn is a prolific blogger and can be found here: Backfromdarknesstolight.com. Podcasts will be coming! Carolyn’s first feature on The Short of It was on November 20, 2020, and had pieces selected for The Short Of It anthology – The Sound of Brilliance.

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Assiduity

I preferred physics to chemistry, a medieval forerunner of alchemy. At least, I thought I did. I wasn’t like the others I observed; I was never sloppily or irresponsibly drunk. The worst I managed was being caught with a shady snack while the other fools were at the bar guzzling drinks. I wasn’t a clod

My trajectory was to hit pay dirt or, at the very least, to cash in with current decisions on the gold in my future. Maybe I’d sometimes have to accept silver, but that was better than what my fellow students had decided to do now.

Intent On

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #220 – Life is a mountain. Your goal is to find your path, not to reach the top. – Maxine Lagace & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Still-life

my gaze finds solidarity
in the still-life
impressing itself upon me
its immobility gracefully being
the pristine presence so noble
banishing inquietude

to be that solid
to be that stoic
and remain stable
while the tragedy of life inflicts wounds
it’s admirable

i too
will chart my course
deliberately
and unwaveringly



Flailing

you know the times
i speak of
when things are out of control
feeling beaten and flogged
by circumstance

they are a test
of our structure
our resilience and strength
shall we bend or shall we break
beneath the pressures

with perseverence in those times
it forces us to grab hold
to stretch to new postures
straining new muscles
all the while, enhancing our existence

Drive

treks of this distance
take a lifetime
not always a straight line
or one foot in front of the other
sometimes hopping on a broken leg
many times crawling
perhaps at times robust enough to run

living doesn’t carry with it
a formula for success
determination, a will to thrive and action
all prerequisites
a dash of luck thrown in
still
success not always achieved

i will not give up
i love myself too much

“My muse is not a god.” Susi Bocks

Targets

go for it
follow your instincts
put your pedal to the metal
full steam ahead

no one tells you as you do
that struggling is a part of the journey
it’s hard work
chasing your dreams

i hope you remember
to be playful and filled with joy
as you hit all those milestones
the markers of your success

Chosen Destiny

life is calling me
the direction always forward

determining what’s next
heading down a path with my name

walking away from your view
walking towards mine

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Image credit – Timur Kozmenko

Sticking To It

When I was younger, I followed the adults before me and made a New Year’s Resolution or two. It’s as if January 1 were some magical day, which that alone ensured success for those things I’d wanted to change. More often than not, I’d fail to follow through. Eventually, I stopped doing that. On the day I decide when I’m frustrated or dissatisfied enough to warrant some change within myself, I do it, whatever that day of the year turns out to be. It seems it works better for me this way.