Poetry addressing Throat Chakra (communication, words)
As a little girl, I felt his seething teeth. They appeared as a smile but dripped like a wolf.His hatred masked in intellect and strained composure. Justified in title, gender and societal perception. Time Passed And without effort, I grew into a young woman. And the buds of my breasts were met with disgust.His rage […]
I’m not normal. I’m exceptional. Not in the ways most are measured, by themselves or others. I’m exceptional in how I measure myself. I fail where others see success.I succeed where others see failure. But most of all I’m exceptional in my desire to uncoverand honor me.
A sailor and vessel these, reality and will Carried by the waters of truth and circumstance, forces untamed Half chance, shell in the surf Half masterpiece, whale in migration I sail
Respect of the feminine as a celebrated soul mate of the masculine. Capacity and courage to love and connect deeply. Freedom to think, learn and lead; together. Protection without having to ask. Friend, lover, teacher and humorist. You cherish me, and I you.
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You’re right. “Still standing” is something to truly recognize and honor in oneself. In fact, perhaps that is one of the most core commonly shared fears by all of us? The fear that someday, darkness will fall upon us, and we will not be able to withstand life’s hardships/suffering. I have carried such a fear.
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I don’t know how you found me. Or if you were given to me. Everyone else passed. Even when they never left. Ridiculed. Diagnosed. Sidelined. You, however, paused to stop; taking. No, making the time, to enter my interior. Through my exterior. You saw flowers in my weeds. Courage in my foundation, and inspiration through
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I will always feel more than most,but I am not unique. I will never know who named me,but I am not nameless. I will always stumble and fall, But I am still,standing.
If this is how you love me, then please stop. Listen, you can’t. Accept, you won’t. Your advancement is both calculated and random; relentless and underhanded. The antithesis of compassion and trust, I grow weary with self-doubt. Danger on que, chaos pursues. You love me. So disappear I must. Hide I shall try, but why?
The goal is a hundred, but I want less. Less of what others desire, and more of what I require. One percent of the human condition that only the rare, wounded and gifted experience; and even for them – only in the safety of their dreams. A crude and fantastic earthly existence, where flesh is
Victim I am not. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking how awake you are, to know that you had a choice. A moment in time, if you recall, where you said yes to me, and no to another. Why me? The fact that you’re perplexed with the question concerns me. Round and round we
