Bring it

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bring the distorted sense of certainty

to this twisted entirety

bring the messiness

the confusing chaos

the emotional wretchedness

bring the blinding clarity

catalyzed by pain too great to contain

too inconvenient to sustain

but consistently

too loud to ignore

bring it all

I surrender

with gratitude greater than ever before

I love it all

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                                        surrounded by angels
                             but drowning in sadness
                            temporarily frozen in the memories of never
                                    listening to the whispers of darkness

At peace with what is

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                                          every movement is followed by an echo of sadness

                                                        so i move slowly

                                                                        carefully placing one foot

                                                                                                      one thought

                                                                                                                 in front of the other

Something Borrowed

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Fifteen years ago I found a silver ring on the ground. It arrived in my life in a very stormy period and somehow it came to symbolize help and protection. For fifteen years it’s been sitting on my left thumb, becoming a natural part me, reminding me of a connection to something bigger – and as the years have gone by and my life have unfolded, reminding me of my own strength. That silver ring became my security blanket and has in many ways been my most important belonging. I’ve always felt that it was only mine to borrow. That I was lucky to find it and should be prepared to let it go again one day.

Fifteen years ago I found a silver ring – and last week I lost it again.


Perfectly Imperfect

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And then there are days where I look at myself in the mirror and simply have to say; You big freak!


Delayed Processing

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sometimes on a happy day

a single bubble of buried resentment

rise to the surface

releasing an echo of beautiful words


by ignorant actions

until the only word left important

was freedom

sometimes on a happy day

I let go once again

and enjoy my freedom