Category: Rejuvenation

Slivered moon
on horizon’s breast
resigns yielding easily
to dawn splitting skies of
blue velvety night
bringing consciousness
to graceful mindfullness
and slow, easy breaths from her soft warm thinning shell

Shaking off worn cotton pillow impressions
on warm rosy  cheeks
Wiley tendrils of tussled hair
Shift now reluctantly from their lazy ways position

Catching dreams
webbed but spider free glimpses begin catching onto
her soul’s awakening
a brief flash of fears
gives way as
her eyes adjust
to light again ever so slowly

Mist spills over the leaves scattering upon the ground by canyon birds’ stretching wings then twirling into breezes gentle with hope of the new day

Light tripping into fantastic melding into mother nature’s dancing beyond window pane and glory is this new day

Determined and bound no more to spinning mind the rabbit hole backfilled or a rabid nest of thoughts wing clipped
where once prior with treacled brimstone weighing her down, its hold briefly relinquished now lifting wing in currents free

setting her momentarily able
to exhale in a
deep, deep sigh and reaching upward within a drifting splitting cloud she finds her soul
reaquanting with relief
recognizing,

remembering

recalling

she is worthy of wings that soar.

Gathering up her bones
once more again
to look past self-induced paradigms and prophecies
her mode of survival having been what once
all too familiar, has shorted her sight in hindsight now her eyes wide shut now see

Beginning anew once again putting on rose colored glasses, once shattered and lost, that she
once had upon a time
not too long ago,
adorning them strong, proud, sparkling easily in falsehoods she sees absolute truth absolutely

Hence, another eeking out visions of
the good
in life
in her life
in herself
despite circumstances

Reminding herself
her inner fortitude
Oh
No
oh no one will give her what she needs but herself
Being strong is not un-wise nor weak

her gentle inner nature emerges

cracking through shell.

Slowly seeing clearly
the writing on the wall now on this early days’ break
Tells the truth of the story

in whole not just sum of parts

Waiting no more for the knights in shining armor riding high on white stallions
To save her from herself
Oh, seeing
The charm has fallen from the bloom yet remains a rose as sweet thorns and all

Oh, yes, ’tis sweetly fallen that the lift begins

Where once she sought this white horse saviour to challenge her dragons,
now seeks herself hoping still they ride side by side
into twilights beyond equal measure

Or not

Regardless she will ride, ride, ride

Riding out of the dark forest and into fields of wild lilies she may even see the light is from within
Without doubt
With true herself

As Rome burns in her heart,
Leaving scars so deep you could taste them
The knife now pulled from her back

as it was once said……

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer

Realizing now herself as her own worst enemy

As a large gypsy moth flutters in the breaking light the world now disturbed and unsettled
She relates

Change is constant
Best not to resist
With dew lagging behind as heat of sun approaches
And yearning for cloak of night’s return both realize
Fate’s finger may have been fickle but has a pleasant surprise for them both

Just the eve before
dawnswings danced around  lamp light burning low but steady set carefree, unfettered unaware of burning light

Realizing she has been drawn in, a shift begins to occur

Seeing challenges, more than most could bear, around every flickering beam of candle’s glow, she resists the temptation to crash and burn like she almost did

She offers solace and a soft place for to land in the palm of her hand and ponders a proclivity to suffer though she need not to
Letting the flutters into the underside of sheltering leaves

Whatever happens in this world is of her own devices

Seeing that there may limits only they are up to her

Though at first early dawn tears woke and startled her from slumber a certain peace and ease begins to emerge.

Nothing new under the sun this crazy feeling of maybes and per chances.
To redirect and rise above the danger triumphant is her renewed motto.

Love, of self, will save her from the shackles set up like moats once dreary and dank, she tells herself

Love, of self,  like you have never been hurt, is tatamount to thriving beyond surviving, she tells herself

Love, of self, and others will follow, she tells herself

Take it easy and breathe.
Stay away from the flame yet seek the light, she tells herself. Offer solace with your own hand, she tells herself.

Find the road less travelled, the one that brings you towards yourself, she tells herself.

Stand up for and with yourself and hold your head up high, she repeats over and over and over and again over again until it becomes more than familiar but real

Holding her heart open
She leaps with faith willingly reluctant but earnestly resisting the urge to crash and burn again

Allowing her heart cycles to resign to ash then yearn repair is simply no longer an option

Shifting thoughts like burning campfire coals now slowly, she begins trusting, knowing, faithfully believing her soul is her best guide away from the embers and settling ashes

she sees that she won even in losing