Chakra energy, Empathy, Gratitude, Healing, Journeys, Love, Miracles, New Paths, Truth

Power

My third poem I wrote when I started writing again, because I needed to put out something positive into the world.

Cytherean Dreams

I can evolve. I can grow.
I can expand my heart, fill it
with unconditional love that pours forth
into the universe. My positive energy.
My glow.
Fills the void, engulfs the lost,
comforts those I love who are not here.
Not in body. But our souls lock together
and my glow lights their way home
to me.

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Courage, Empathy, Gratitude, Healing, Hope, Judaism, Love, Miracles, Truth

Trust, Still

I will have faith
that the universe loves me.
One ending leads
inexorably
to the next beginning.
I am where I was
meant to be
and I am ready
to discover
who wants to join me
on this journey
this time.

Chakra energy, Courage, Death, Empathy, Journeys, New Paths

Moving On

Sword raised high
above my head,
two arms outstretched,
I swing it down, hard,
severing the cord
that bound me here.
Blood spurts at first
but I calmly bind
up the oozing ends,
give one kiss goodbye,
and slip away.

Heartbreak, Pain, Regret

Burn

I hope he burns with guilt
and shame
and fear
and agony
after ripping my heart
out of me, bleeding,
and staring blankly at me
as if to ask,
why do you care
without your heart?
I hope he festers
and stews
and decays
into nothingness and pain.
My only crime
was to be blind
to ignore the demon in him
and see only the man.
But the demon rules,
and I want to watch him burn.

Courage, Heartbreak, Home, Hope, Love, New Paths, Pain, Regret

Dreams

Don’t toy with me.
This means too much.
Don’t dangle my dream
out in front of me
on a string and yank
it away when I get close
to pulling it near,
catching it, finally, but
then left heartbroken, again.
If you see it too,
come build it with me.
Dreams only come true
when there’s faith and trust
and working through the muck
to find the buried treasure.

Childhood, Courage, Empathy, Family, Healing, Hope, Love, Pain

Willow Tree

My Willow, my darling girl,
I’m so scared for you.
Because I can’t protect you
from the neurons misfiring,
from the short-circuitry that blanks
erases pieces of you.
I love you so much,
your bright glowing smile,
your effervescent heart,
your caring spirit and smothering hugs,
my gorgeous dimpled daughter.
For you, I will walk through the fire
and bring down the healing powers
of the universe, no matter the consequence.
I love you, Willow tree, and
I hope beyond hope
to calm the shocks
and help you heal,
grow, strong.

[For my 9-year-old daughter, on her birthday today.]

Chakra energy, Childhood, Courage, Healing, Home, Journeys, Truth

A Writer

I am not
who I thought
I would become.
I didn’t travel here,
but returned instead.
I am now
who I have
always been
but forgot in my haze,
my struggle to rebel.
Who was I afraid of?
The brave girl
who stood alone
when Tuesday came?
She stands with me now,
holding my hand,
proud of who
she became.