Finding A Way Home

i cling to this life with determination
boldly seeking the right directions to take
while some moments require reflection
other times swift and decisive actions

i trust in the wisdom graciously shared
and my savvy rightfully gained
it leads me to side-step making poor decisions
those which would leave me flailing and without support

i am confident and fortunate
moving forward with staunch efforts
to achieve progress and healing
so that only love resides within me





Honing In

until late into the early morning
fixating on the plights and victories of the past
rolling sceneries over and over in my head
savoring what went right
and things swerving wrong

overcome with the feels of discovering truths
not evident in those moments
the efforts in times of my silly, ignorant youth
unfold before me as i ascertain what escaped me before

the truth of who i am is discovered

What Is Left Behind

i ask myself bigger questions
as i near my end
trying to predict what will remain into eternity

will i leave a legacy of uniqueness
perhaps inciting social awareness
or just gracing this world with beauty

my hope is positive contributions linger on
being touchstones for future greats
through impact, influence, and inspiration

for i know my aspiration
shaping dysfunction into being unimpaired
has to mean something

Reblog – Stranger within by Reena Saxena

What a powerful piece highlighting the empowerment of women who reach maturity. Enjoy!

Reena Saxena

A stranger within me
emerges unannounced
threatens to engulf
my whole being
scatter me like ashes
all over the landscape

where was this spark hidden
for a lifetime?
unbeknownst to me
keeping me bound
In cages I did not choose
underestimating
a power
which can change the world…

Now that the mirror
speaks the truth
I will not break it
but block external influence
from clouding vision
once again…

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A Rough Start

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Inspired by Sadje’s What do you See #61

momma told me to shut up
shut down
be seen
not heard

her upbringing
never changed her course
me fighting against it
challenging always

eventually giving in
becoming what she
and others wanted
evolved out of myself

good friends
great mentors
life experience
i finally listened to the voice in my being

#Whatdoyousee

Reblog – LIFE LIVES ON by Lorraine Lewis

Faced with the hardships of life, we must go on.

Many
Voices clamour
Until my head jangles
Like a badly tuned orchestra
Today
I saw
Once again men in black coats, move,
Stately, sombre, until
Life receded
Death reigned

Panic
Struck my raw heart
My soul taken up, black
Was this day, until red appeared
And then
I knew
That there is still life to be lived,
In the midst of which death
Interrupts, flows,
Calls us

Softly
Life caresses
My face, swollen, weeping,
Telling me that life will live on,
Because
That’s what
It does, and death cannot conquer
That which lives for ever
Beyond the veil

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Carolyn Crossley

Divinity

You live in me, so
deep I neither hear nor see,
but know – you are there.
You have been there from the start.
In the gaps I feel your pulse.

Silence

I hear you in the
deepest silence, you are the
heart of my spirit.

Love

Universal love
links us all together like
hearts beat together.

The Witch Within

We are by Goddess
blesséd, she who lives within;
wakes the witch in us.
Reconnecting us to our
roots, chakras and ancestors.

~~~

Carolyn Crossley©TheVixenOfVerse has been a poet since 2002. She originally used poetry as therapy after losing her younger son to heroin. She now concentrates on her blog: backfromdarknesstolight.com and will publish her first anthology in 2021.

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Emerging

only through tragedy
is hard won resuscitation earned
when the netting of pain
and clouds of sinister motives lift
then joy easily filters back in
settling and surrounding
our once wounded essence

a deep sigh of relief
accompanies this return to peace
the torture of held in and poured out tears
whether recent or distant, they are left to the past
the present beckons intentional breaths
of inhaled calm and renewal
ushering in a return to the land of the living

…we begin again