Creation

My soul vibrates
Longing to be a conduit for creation 
The spark burns high and hot
My hands long to be covered in
Ink
Paint
Pastels
To fill blank pages with worlds
That only exist in the nebula inside me
Demanding to birth a thousand stars
Urgent and consuming
I long to surrender to the deflagration 
Of creative energy
Igniting a conflagration 
Leaving me empty and sated
Surrounded by pages filled with words 
Dipped in vivid colors and
Complex textures
Tangible, living pieces of me
Like so many falling leaves in autumn

-gws

Villain Era

Before I enter my “Healed Woman” era
I must detour into my “Villain” era
You see…
I was cast in the villain role for so long
I might as well embrace the casting for a term
With that said…
Do not be concerned at my black wardrobe
My blood red lips
Do not pay mind to my near silent mumbling
As I light candles and cast salt about
Fret not over my narrowed, focused eyes
Rimmed in thick black liner
As I observe and calculate my options
Do not wonder about the herb-coated offerings
Laid out beneath the full moon
None of it is your concern
Cross the street
Avert your gaze
Do not trouble yourself wondering in my direction
I’m embracing my dark side
Doing my shadow work
If my shadow is meant to fall upon you
You will know

-gws

Stranger

Trying to figure out
who this version of me is

She feels like a stranger,
but I think I might end up
liking her

-gws

Ruins

You burned every bridge
then burnt your home to ashes

Now you wonder why you stand
naked and alone in the ruins

-gws

Secret

Can you keep a secret?
Lean in close to hear
I see the wonder that you are
Whenever you draw near

You light up every room
You always seem to glow
Your spirit is so full of love
And everybody knows

You are a wonder to behold
A notch above the rest
Keep being your authentic self
You are the fucking best

-gws

Church of Poetry

I find god more easily in a room full of poets on a Thursday night than I ever did in a church full of the righteous on a Sunday morning

-gws

Everything

When you came into my life
You promised to be my everything
You destroyed everything instead
My hopes
My dreams
My confidence
My joy
My ability to love you
My ability to love me
So I made sure to take everything
When I left

-gws

Lock That Door

When we leave a toxic relationship 
self-doubt and second guessing prevent us
From locking the door behind us

We wonder if we’ve made the right choice
We wonder if we’ve made a mistake 

If your freedom feels like liberation 
You have made the right choice 
For your long term wellbeing 

It’s time to lock that door

-gws

Bouquet

I would send you a bouquet 
Of newly sharpened pencils
If it would inspire you to
Write a different ending 
Draw a greener pasture 
Dream in color again 

-gws

Gaslighting

You refused to take responsibility 
So I accepted it instead
Until the day I found 
You in someone else’s bed

You didn’t do the right thing
You clutched your pearls and said,
“If only you had been the wife
You promised when we wed”

At first I shrank around the wound
Thinking you were right
Believing that it may be true
That I’d been a lousy wife

I thought of all the arguments 
That were constant in our life
The years of ugly, cutting blame
The insistence you were right

But then the rage came rushing in
You would gaslight me no more
I said that you were full of shit
And kicked you out the door

I realized I had done my part
In holding up my vow
It was you who failed on every front
I’d not be blamed right now

You made choices on your own
Now I have made some too
So hit the road, you selfish prick
Gaslighting days are through 

-gws