I Am Wild: A Feminist Love Letter. {poetry}
I will dance naked around this fire, and hold you to my skin when the wind blows just right.
Do not ask me to be nice and quiet.
I am wild.
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The Descent. {poetry}
The descent was not an inferno
Or a sordid pit of corruption or a blazing chasm of hell;
It was a portal
to my highest state of being.
Re-soul-ution: Calling Home the Wild Soul. {poetry}
But nothing, nothing can hold back the grief
As it crashes through my front door.
That flood, and that violent storm,
That takes away my home.
Invisible. {poetry}
My invisible disability has slowly
erased my social identity and
I can hate you for your narcissism
or lack of compassion
but I don’t have the energy
When You Are Friends with Grief. {poetry}
You sit down with grief
You explain you need to understand
You want to be friends
Grief accepts
It explains,
You never will be the same
The Best Way to Honor the Dead Is to Live. {poetry}
Darling, live well
If we should die tonight, let the world know our voices rang out
To sing all the words to all the songs that left their marks in our hearts
Integration. {poetry}
Yes, you always won on your own terms, but on their playing field... You allowed yourself to be co-opted into their reality; winning at the wrong game means losing 'you'.
My Story: A Metanarrative. {poetry}
Stories sustain us and guide us through the different times in our lives -- seminal events that inspire a web of support through story -- births, illnesses, deaths, first loves, weddings, divorces.
Your Hands. {poetry}
Our hands touched,
I felt something,
life came through,
I felt moments,
I was alive,
I felt life,
fingers traced skin,
moments lived on,
the void was filled
Call Me by My Name: Musings on the Goddess. {poetry}
Call me by my birthright that is power.
Call me by the angel’s song
Call me by the saints on their knees
at my conception.
