
I am so much more than the expectations of others. -gws

I am so much more than the expectations of others. -gws

It's so beautifully sad when our children cast off who we have known them to be to start creating who they wish to be. -gws

I hold the pen that writes my narrative. I determine what my truth looks like. - gws

I will tie starlight into my curls And paint my face in the deepest hues of garnet, ruby, and sapphire I will weave a gown from moonlight And trim it with lace born of pale sea foam and iridescent spider webs I will wear slippers shaped from silvery moss And adorn my throat in strings of silver and moonstone I will pull light from the edges of the darkest shadows And wrap it around myself like a cloak I will pull the reflected starlight from the water And craft a crown of dancing luminescence I will present myself beneath the radiant moon in this glowing finery And with Her blessing, I will shine as a reminder to all That there is no darkness without the light -gws

Gray mornings where the fog veils the landscape in its cloak of chilly mystery and muffles the sounds of a busy fall commute -gws

Vibrant yellow ginkgo leaves gilding the sidewalks in the tea-colored afternoon sunlight. -gws

The dead are not lost to you. They are changed. They are transformed. You have not lost them. You are feeling lost without them. Feel. Be. Grieve. Watch. Listen. Be present. They will make themselves known to you when you are both ready. Death feels like loss, but it is really just change we lack the skills to comprehend. -gws

You were never mine You were too transient to be considered mine Too non-committal But you attached yourself to me anyway You kept coming back to knock on my door And I kept letting you in You wouldn't let go of me Though you didn't really want me And I was too blind Trusting Hopeful to acknowledge the truth I knew in my bones That I'd never be enough for you Because you didn't know what enough felt like You were a bottomless pit of need that could not seem to be filled I kept pouring into you Until I was empty And it wasn't enough I always found ways of putting pennies in your cup While mine lay abandoned and empty at our feet Both of us left hungry and growling Snapping and swiping at each other Bloody Broken Damaged Miserable And for God knows what reason Still unable to let go I wished you had just let me go And that I let you -gws

Your soul is bruised by the poison you drink from your own veins. -gws

I no longer want to live a two-dimensional life in a three-dimensional world. -gws