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
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
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
This brief, beautiful Preview of delightful Autumn With her crisp chilled nights And gray-sky mornings Will be brutally interrupted By Summer strolling Back onto the stage Despite having taken her bow For a sweaty encore That nobody wanted
Words Wishes and Wisdom 