in between the dark and the light when the end is felt but not yet in sight; trusting your path is what carries you on remembering rights and also the wrongs, feeling the joy deep love can bring opening up so your heart can sing… 8.8.17

i dare to dream of future plans like peter pan dared to fly; so as my mind ponders grand, i cross my heart and hope to die for promises i will not break, or feelings i will not fake; instead i’ll walk this winding path of hopeful talk, love that lasts 8.7.17

sleeping beauty, i await to rise from her chamber brushing sleep from her eyes, awaken bright from slumber. together, we journey forth seeking all we hope to find, return with treasures full and pockets now lightly lined. 8.6.17

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]

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