Until We Meet Again. {poetry}
Do you remember when your arms were my home?
Do you remember when you promised you’d never leave me alone?
Do you remember when you promised?
Do you remember anything at all?
The Wild Solitude Of Self.
These are the ones whose ribcage is a tangle of blackberry vines and whose spine is a bottomless mountain ravine, rushing clear water, icy as snowmelt. The ones with rubies in their teeth and turquoise in their chests, with fingertips that grow into dandelions, and eyelashes into blue jay wings.
I Dare You to Listen to Your Divinity Within the Tears of Letting Go.
What do I have to offer the Universe? How can I serve? What do I want to create in this world? How committed am I to the things I tell the Universe I truly want?
