The Fall Over My Edge Calls to Me, Yet Frightens Me.
I tend to live not on the edge, which would sound so much more enticing, but in the heat of my own want. There I am choked by desire and summoned by guilt.
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Come Now, Woman, into the Dark Night of Your Soul.
Let the vacuous darkness come and be birthed within its timeless womb. At last, remove your mask, your golden crown, your warring armor. Strip back all that you know and teeter at the edge, tempt your devastation with open palms of candy courage and roar at the wind that turns tricks in your ...
Are You Thriving or Trashing at Your Furthest Edge of Growth?
You have no desire to objectify and sculpt your body like a piece of meat (and can't see yourself through the burning sweat glistening on your eyeballs anyway), and prefer to revere it as the holy temple that it is -- your sacred well, your cauldron of transmutation, humbled by all the deep ...
I Finally Chose Me.
There were still feelings of sadness present after this epiphany, because I knew I had to have a discussion with another who was part of this particular situation. I knew they weren’t going to like my decision. However, the empowerment I felt trumped all feelings of grief and sadness, and it ...
She Stood Alone On The Edge Of Darkness. {poetry}
The sun was setting, salmon clouds under a sky of Dodger blue, flocks of geese on a sprawling lawn.
A waxing gibbous moon beckoned like she needed a guide, a divine light.
I Don’t Want To Be A Well-Kept Woman With White Privilege.
I’m noticing how easy it is to lose passion in happiness. The fairytale’s complete, now what? It’s just comfort upon comfort upon comfort, and all of a sudden there are a thousand nuances overlooked, and I’m worlds away from him, feeling like I need to run, jump, dive, ski, swim, anything to ...