she may


she may always ask if you’re angry with her,
because she’s been ignored so many times before

she may always ask if she’s disappointed you,
because she’s been led to believe things are her fault

she may always wonder if you think she’s beautiful,
because she can’t really comprehend her worth

she may always wonder if you still love her,
because she’s felt so empty so many times before 

she may always fear you might walk away,
because no one has ever stuck around 

she may always need your reassurance,
even though you’re the one she trusts most in this world

she may always need your patience,
because she offers you all she is
 
she will always need you,
for your love is where she’s home 

-image via Pixabay

Rented Sin


sitting in a row of ducks and gooses,
feeling out of place, 
squarely obtrusive,
amid the proud peacocks with their
never-ending pretending,
whitewashed souls dipping fingers 
in a bath of masks,
hiding flasks,
seeking absolution solution,
pocketful of beads,
conveniently erasing greed,
living in flashy suits of rented sin

come on in

-image via Pixabay

Transparent

she’s imperfect in a world that strives for perfection,
instead seeking connection,
while embracing those ill-fitting grooves,
nothing left to prove,
challenging the rerun tapes,
and trashing the old capes

alive in her willingness to be free,
as she

finally able to see with clarity,
who it is she’s meant to be,
exposing her heart,
whole, not just part,
embracing her vulnerability,
and the risk that accompanies

for, that is her true self,
an open book, no longer on the shelf

yet there are days when weighted tears streak the menacing mirror,
when her heart is tired, sadness deeply spearing her

when the looking glass seems transparent,
and others’ stares are overwhelmingly apparent,
when she feels trapped on the inside,
desperate to hide

while others peer in

-image found via Pinterest, artwork by SAUL LANDELL 

Fly 

‘Those mountains you’re carrying,
you were meant to climb’, they said

But they built the mountains,
which weren’t made of mole hills

And climbing is commendable,
But I’m meant to fly

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Bleed

it’s said we bleed the things 
we love the most

all I can think about
is the way you sneak behind me
in the kitchen and squeeze me into you, 
nuzzling your face into my neck,
whispering sweet and naughty
phrases as your whiskers tickle,
giving me goosebumps 

the way you tuck me in at night,
pulling the covers up just how I like them,
smoothing the white duvet, 
tucking it over my exposed shoulder
so I don’t get cold, 
then crawling in to mold your body 
around mine

the way you watch me when I don’t know 
you’re watching, 
and I look up, meeting your gaze unexpectedly,
only to see that expression on your face
that still gives me butterflies,
the look in your eyes saying much more 
than words ever could

the way we laugh till our bellies hurt, 
and cry free tears,
our emotions free to be exactly 
what they are

the way you exude appreciation 
and gratitude

the way you make me feel 
safe and wanted,
protected and adored

the way you make me feel 
like I am exactly where 
I belong 

if we bleed the things we love most,
then surely I bleed 
you 

-image via Pixabay

Kaleidoscope

I stand, vulnerable,
exposed to my core,
your support and guidance
my safety net,
allowing fragmented pieces
to be carefully refit and joined,
an infinite, ever-growing network of colorful, reflective symmetry,
taking in the world,
famished, starving for all its myriad of tumbling color,
all it’s varying shapes and designs,
devoured, absorbed, and reflected,
creating patterns within and around me,
as well as welcomed, spontaneous bursts,
the wisdom of connection filling my entire being,
a kaleidoscope where once
there was no color

Shared in reaponse to the Daily Prompt, colorful; image via Pixabay

If You Let Her

She is made of fire and ice,
Of passion and vice,
Willing to pay the price

She is made of sugar and spice
Both naughty and nice,
No need to ask twice

She is made of snips and snails,
She’ll dirty her nails,
And even put up the sails

She is made of paths and trails,
Alive in the details,
Never hiding behind veils

She is made of loyalty and love,
She’ll put you above,
Fit you like a glove

She’ll be all of the above,
Be all you dreamed of,
If you let her

-image via Pixabay

Leap

I’m gonna leap, 
I’m gonna run with eyes wide open, 
and leap, 
right off the edge,
no trepidus toes or anxious looking down 

I’m just gonna leap,
even though I don’t know where I’ll land

Truth is, I’m not even sure if I will land,
but that doesn’t really matter

I’m gonna leap and seek, 
and if I don’t find,
I’ll keep on leaping and seeking, 
and see where my heart leads me

Because, funny thing is, 
I’m quite certain that finding it isn’t even the point of it

I don’t even know what it is!

But I do know,
it’s all about the leaping

So, I’m just gonna leap,
and I’ll know it when I feel it

I might just feel it, 
as soon as my toes leave the earth…

-image via Pixabay