She Dances!

 In the darkness,
only starlight as her guide,

no one to watch her, 
no cause to shrink or hide.

Music in her ears,
no other human sound,

she spins, she jumps, she twirls,
her feet kissing the ground.

Her arms spread wide, her head flung back, 
her eyes cast high above,

 

she moves to her own rhythm,
her guiding flow is love.
 

Into Flow

 

Rising higher
into flow,

 not always knowing
where to go,

I follow my soul,
I hear her voice.

To shrink or expand
is a choice.

So upwards and onwards
I will go.

Fall or rise,
I'll grow into flow. 

Through Darkness

 

Why not
let go?

Why not
open up?

Why not
embrace life

with all its pain
and all its joy?

Tread through
the murky waters,

swim through
the dark unknown,

then emerge
through the light

with a gasp
and a scream, 

having come
through this life,

through darkness 
reborn! 

I Am

I Am 
a Goddess,
I Am
a Queen,

Creating
my story,
living
my dream!

I move,
I grow,

I breathe,
I flow.

 

 

My Shadow

 

 

Sometimes, when it's dark ahead, 
she goes before me.

'Follow me', she says.

'It’s okay. I know the way.'

Sometimes, when the sun is on my face,

she goes behind, keeping watch.

'Run free into the light', she says,

'It’s okay. I’ve got your back.'

Sometimes, when I’m doubting my next step,

she is there, right beside me, 

her hair billowing in the wind, 

her legs taking big strides.

She is ageless, my shadow.

 

She is child,

she is woman,

she is elder.

She is wild, 

she is free,

she is wise, 

 

And she is me. 

It's Okay

 

It’s okay to breathe deep,

it’s okay to let go,

it’s okay to step out

though the path is unknown.

It’s okay to get lost,

it’s okay to not know,

for, one day, you'll see

through trusting, you've grown.

 

It’s okay to trip and fall,

it’s okay to laugh and smile,

through embracing it all,

the path will be shown.

 

What is True

 Some days
I see you.

I see your beauty
and what is true.

 Some days, I look 
and what I see

is anxiety's stories
distracting me,

and my feelings
and fears cloud what is real.

 Yet truth is not found
in what I feel.

Light enters in
through parts that are broken,

and darkness is held
with love that's unspoken.

Beauty, distorted,
though ugly it seems,

can show what needs healing
with golden seams.

Some days, I see it,
love's magic spell,

holding us, whispering:
"All will be well."