Reblogs – VJ Knutson & Anonymously Hal

Maybe sometimes we need peace and rest, other times, maybe we just try to be there for one another?

Maybe by VJ Knutson

Maybe I just needed a new perspective –
like the famed Hanged Man of tarot –
committed to some deep, internal need,
I willed a horizontal shift; landed with intent.

Maybe it is not my legs that are disabled,
but a soul longing to escape the continual
discord of perpetual motion, a never-ending
to-do list of the success-driven persona.

Maybe there is a greater purpose for being
that is not encompassed by outer drive –
a mysterious meaning that is revealed only
in the quiet stillness in which I now dwell.

Maybe I have been called to a personal
pilgrimage – a Camino of sorts – a crusade
of spirit designed to cleanse and enlighten –
the journey is certainly arduous enough.

Maybe it is through acceptance, finally
having released a need to control, move,
achieve, accomplish that I am able to
embrace the true lessons of suffering.

Maybe this cocooning is an act of Grace
demanding surrender before the actual
transformation occurs, and I will emerge,
legless or not, winged and ready to soar.

Maybe, just maybe, this stripped down,
barren existence is not a penance for
shameful living, but a desert crossing,
offering re-alignment: hard-fought peace.

Taste by Anonymously Hal

You let your tears
patter gently
onto my face like rain…

And then I could
taste the saltiness
of all your sorrow
and your pain.

Reblog – Cry of a girl by Aaron Divi

Even in the aftermath of a broken relationship, as trying as it can be, there can be hope for a better future especially when we can lean on our support system.

AARON DIVI

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Once………..
I Was Not Dependent On Anyone
I Was Alone
I Was Very Happy
No Cries
No Sorrows
No Worries
No Wounds In My Heart

One Day He Came Into My Life……….
He Gave Me Lots And Lots Of Happiness
He Made Me Laugh Even When I Don’t Want To
He Gave Me Support During My Failures
He Scolded Me For My Mistakes
He Helped Me Though He Know That I Can Do That By Myself
He Said That He Will Be There To Catch Me When I Fall

My Life Changed A Lot….
I Fallen For Him
I Became Dependent
I Really Forgot About Everything
Thought He Was My Everything
I Was In A Fantasy World

But…
Truth Hits Me Hardly
I Don’t Know
What Made Him To Like Me?
And Now
I Really Don’t Know
What Made Him To Hate Me?
I M Only Having Questions
I Am…

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Make The Time For Me

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I loved his words.

He loved mine.

A bond since 2018.

people
be they virtual
or in your face

if they are seeking you out
supporting you and your craft
making your efforts known

that’s love, acceptance, respect, and admiration

**This piece was inspired by John – The Mush from the Hill
Sorry, it took me so long, John!! I found my original notes finally! 🙂

I Write Hers

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When I purchased this domain I Write Her, it felt like it described me. I would make this place my safe space and home to fully explore my humanity. It’s not been as scary as I thought it could be. Each post I expose more and get more determined to share this being inside. Shedding the layers that I’ve let society add to my frame to reveal what’s been hidden all along. I’m free in a way I haven’t been in a very long time.

The decision to create here in the WordPress community has given me another bonus. This community is filled with I Write Hers just like me! Their stories and struggles, some very similar to mine, hold my attention and tear at my heart but give me a connection that is so valuable. It helps me uncover more about myself because I want to be as sincere in writing as they are in their posts about their lives.

Every day, I believe that we are all here to help each other fulfill our goals, challenge our process, and read good writing. And along the way, we make friends who we love and support.

I’m so glad I became a writer.