Vulnerability

  • Heavy

    I am a child of the wind. My bare skin knows the beauty of this life, and yet, within these soft walls, I am bare. How heavy it is to hold this uncertain hand of mine. Sometimes. Continue reading

  • Chamomile

    The word sipping is very pretty, isn’t it? Delicate, like the action it shows. I can see a small pair of hands, a little tea cup beside a little light. And I know it is home. I know it is… Continue reading

  • The Home Of Me

    For when the rain comes, I know I am safe in the home of me. Continue reading

  • Far Too Long

    It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart. It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used… Continue reading

  • Myself.

    I have seen myself in the world around me. In the people, things and places I love. In the people, things and places I hate. In the people, things and places I care only slightly for. I block myself from… Continue reading

  • 14 Days

    It has been fourteen days and the wind has brought me here. What happened was quite accidental (but then, is anything ever accidental in the universe?) Rather than my plan expiring as I thought it was going to (for reasons… Continue reading

  • Like I am

    Deep within my heart there is a river, raging on. And I ask this river to be careful. ‘I am fragile,’ I say, on the softest breath. ‘Sway me, always, never to rush me, never demand. Hold me carefully, river.… Continue reading

  • Deeply

    I think about her, sometimes, when my heart turns to sun. Nan. Her heart used to shine like that, too, which is why I can’t help but think of her when I feel intense love radiating from my own chest.… Continue reading

  • Life Be Cradled

    Let the soft and delicate know me. Let my life be cradled by the warm arms of peace.   Continue reading

  • The Ache Of Ever After

    When the sun joins hands with the silver white mountain tops, she will remember him. And an ache will drift slowly across the heart left between them. An ache of ever after’s ‘what if.’ An ache always to linger on. Continue reading