My body does not behave like yours It does not look like yours React like yours Respond like yours Hurt or heal like yours It tolerates heat, touch, illness, medication differently than yours This body is not yours It is mine It is my home My vessel My temple It is my conveyance through this life It is the only thing that is one hundred percent mine And no pen or opinion of another being Has a right to intervene in my agency over it -gws
Goodbye skins A purchase that should have never been An excuse to see her Spend time with her A toy to placate her How I hated those drums With their telltale heart rhythm Tapping quietly in the corner You will not be missed -gws
Your tiny face nestled against my skin The alchemy of a soul newly ushered into the world You made me a mom You transfigured me Transformed me into a new entity Birthed me into a new identity A newly purposed being A mother Your mother Chosen by you to be the gateway to what and who you will become What sacredness exists in being the vessel that transmutes the energy of a soul into flesh I promise I will do my best And I ask that you are patient with me in those times I am not my best We will learn and grow together Hand and hand Heart and heart -gws
I will be brave in the face of my fears For scarier than failure is regret I am no more guaranteed to fail than I am to succeed It is the journey that will forge and shape my next self And it is in knowing the result Whatever it may be That will allow me to travel from this life With a smile upon my lips And satisfaction in my heart Because I was brave enough to try -gws
The artist moon is calling The one that makes the blood restless And the mind discontent The one that replaces sleep With lightning storms of inspiration The moon raises the spirit of dreams unrealized And fantasies unlived It whispers of wild woods and scented winds Of primal needs and elaborate, lucid dreams I am held captive in the moon's tides Ebbing and flowing as I map my own constellations in its sky And so my mind churns My pen moves Channeling the lightning into art Painting the moon's energy with barely adequate words In a desperate attempt to contain the results of its demanding influence -gws
Yesterday I saw a friend for the first time in a long time. Although it hadn't been terribly long, a lot of life happened for both of us since I last saw them. We hugged each other fiercely, as if quenching a long neglected thirst. The power of the moment, the energy and emotion that flew across the room and into my unknowingly needful arms was surprisingly welcome. Everything stopped for a few heartbeats as we existed in the silent contentment of a deeply longed for and comforting embrace. They are kindred. Family. Precious to me in ways I have no need to explain. Being with them is like sipping sweet water for my soul. Time together is always precious and seems never long enough. I look forward to the next visit together. -gws
Blue skies Music blasting Windows down Freedom Miles of laughter Girlfriends Confessions and secrets Worry free Enjoying life Road trippin' -gws
I am the master of my reactions my attitude my perspective my free will and nothing else -gws
Where did you go? Are you warm? Are you cold? Is there weather there? Where did you go? Was it hard to get there? Do you miss what you left behind? Where did you go? Were you scared to go? Can you come back to visit? Have you tried? Do you miss me? Where did you go when you left me here to wonder? Where did you go when you escaped your failing prison on a single fragile breath? Where did you go? Because I want you to come back. -gws
You used to taste like walnuts Sweet and earthy Now you taste of vinegar and bitterness -gws
Words Wishes and Wisdom 