day 217

my womb aches from future children i will never bear, feeling punished for unfulfilled, its disdain torments me in this change into the next phase of my plentiful life. 8.5.17 [Image Source]

day 216

forgotten sun, we miss your light just heat remains in the fog to weigh us down, slow our pace subdued, i rise amongst the mist portent of rain that longs to fall a baptismal of the sodden earth 8.4.17

day 215

adventures of the traveling son eager to leave the nest soon since you have come rising after little rest i let you go; send my love until you long for home a place you’ll always be part of no matter where you roam 8.3.17

day 214

i stir the pot to blend the brew of thoughts that sting, love unrenewed. fears i’ll fall what should’ve been potion’s strong from all within quiet dawns, i reclaim a stronger self unrestrained. 8.2.17 [Image Source]

day 213

you join me in the dance as if we began together i spin without losing balance, i swing strong in knowing you have my hand ready to reel me back in and sway longer still. 8.1.17

day 212

i awake to the sun so full of light spilling over into the forgotten nooks, offering its heat like a dry reprieve after days deluged by rain. 7.31.17

day 211

a fallen monarch beautiful in your orange hues, you flutter your wings in defiance even when you have lost your strength to fly. so i resist the urge to keep you as an object to admire, allowing you the dignity to retire alone. 7.30.17

day 210

late night arrival we rejoice in unity feeling family and friends, noting what’s different and what will always be the same. 7.29.17 [Image Source]

serenity (day 209)

expansive like the ocean, i feel it’s calm, unending horizon slightly wavering; buck and sway gently rippling its serene surface i welcome the waves, frothy and strong rhythmic in their arrival towering as they approach, in ominous massive beauty i dive into their power, letting their force pass over me; feeling their…

day 208

restless sleep; wrestling dreams i rise in between thirst and tension to a silent house, awaiting activity, windows fogged from a damp night with only my thoughts to accompany me. so i let all remain blurred until i softly focus. 7.27.17

day 207

the rain is the rhythm of our unmet expectations demanding to be heard reminding me of natures force to exceed expectations. so i wait in its percussion to see how the rhythm evolves. 7.17.17

day 206

i fill myself with tranquil thoughts like a sponge i absorb the happiness in others while squeezing out their discontent. i have my days that dip down low drag on the bottom of all that has been; my clothes get stained, scratches on my skin, but before long i can stand again….

day 205

the air hangs heavy with future rain, continuing to dampen summer’s sun, slowing us down with its humid breath, a drowsy drug numbing our edges, we question what we expect to achieve until returning to the dry cool inside which sobers us up and we feel more alive. 7.24.17

day 204

too often we cut the stem soon to bud, from fears of what may we’re stuck in our mud of dismay, discontent, we stomp out our voice, awaken the fear to determine our choice dance or to dream for what we can’t see; i prefer to remain just being me. 7.23.17

day 203

i honor my curves as i treasure my strength; i learn to stand tall and stretch to full length; i hug with my heart and love from my soul with all that i’ve learned and still yet to know. 7.22.17

day 202

as i walk in the graveyard of my past affections i blow them a kiss as i pass them by for i am not heartless just unrepentant that all you carry never was mine. 7.21.17