Poetry

  • We’ve Got This

    Life of the fragile beautiful kind. Take this heart of mine and give it to those who need it the most. Send these love hearts into their sky. Fill their dark spaces with the sun of me. And we will… Continue reading

  • Sad and Beautiful

    There was something sad and beautiful about the way she held her head high. Continue reading

  • Release

    The wind has shaken my branches. The quiet says to me: Feel the wind. Let it be. Release. And so I will listen. And so the beautiful mess of life shall be. Continue reading

  • Dear Heart

    Dear heart. Set me free into this day like the warm river I know myself to be. Be my guide and my home. Be my always and my everything. Be brave and calm, and open to all of life as… Continue reading

  • Weeds

    Are they really weeds? These oddities popping up in the middle of your perfectly manicured green; frightening, uncomfortable, strange? Are they weeds? Or might you instead see them as they are? Daisies (not weeds) sweet and drifting among the emerald… Continue reading

  • Pain

    Beautiful girl. This is not pain. This is the most beautiful cloud, lined with the silver of your darling sweet heart. Continue reading

  • Transformation

    This grace, this river, this flame. This life that flows and rages and burns. I no longer need these eyes to discover the beauty in all things wild and true. I feel the delicate. I feel the rush. I feel… Continue reading

  • Begging To Be Set Free

    To think. Of all the passion I caged to feed an illusion: that others judgements mattered more than the heart magic that was begging to be set free. Continue reading

  • Now, I am Free

    And you and all of the moments I’ve felt you beneath my skin are a gift for yesterday’s breeze. Now, I am free. To welcome myself. To choose my moments as my heart has written them. And such, I know,… Continue reading

  • Sweet Muse

    Come to me, sweet muse. Float into my heart and wake me from sleep. Light the fire within and shine me on my way for a thousand lifetimes. I see you, sweet muse, for what you are to me. A million… Continue reading