Dormant to blooming

My heart was buried

Deep inside my soul

Like the casket buried

Deep within the soil.

My heart lay dormant

Deep inside my soul

Like the bulb lies

Deep within the soil.

My tears fell and fell

And cleansed my soul

Like raindrops nurture

Bulbs buried within the soil.

And like the bulb lying

Dormant in the soil

My heart is slowly

Blooming in my soul.

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Who is "you"?

Who is "you"?

You is such an interesting word.

Is the you in the verse

The you that left

The you that’s new

My higher power you

Or the you that saved me too?

Yes!?!

You decide.

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Rising Phoenix

It occurs to me I’ve been living

In a past that has no future

And is only a memory

In my present.

So I consciously remove the symbols

Quietly closing the door to my past.

And with the phoenix as my guide

I rise from the ashes of my life and 
Search for my rebirth and renewal.

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I am here

I am here.

I am enough.

I am grateful to my past

As it has brought me here.

Without judgment

I release my past.

I am grateful to my future

It will be as it is meant.

Without expectation

I release my future.

All that I need

Will be there

When I need it.

I am enough.

I am here.


I am.

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My Shield - rewritten

Hmmm, I need to remember to be careful with the declarative statement 'I am'.

Declaring 'I am' makes it so.

I originally ended "My Shield" with the statement 'I am wounded and I cry".

Since I don't want to remain wounded,  I'm re-writing the last sentence of "My Shield".

I need to still be strong

The darkness comes

When least expected now

Much harder to ignore.

Early in my grieving

I wore my numbness

As my armor, a shield

Against the pain.

With more awareness

Now than numbness

My shield is slowly lowering

Too heavy to keep high.

So pain comes now

As arrows from a bow

Some miss, some hit their mark

Wounded again, I cry.








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My shield

I need to still be strong

The darkness comes

When least expected now

Much harder to ignore.

Early in my grieving

I wore my numbness

As my armor, a shield

Against the pain.

With more awareness

Now than numbness

My shield is slowly lowering

Too heavy to keep high.

So pain comes now

As arrows from a bow

Some miss, some hit their mark

I am wounded and I cry.

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Assembly not included

One catalog

One credit card

Three boxes

Three deliveries.

One box too heavy to move

Two boxes I shouldn’t have moved.

Read instructions once

Should have read them twice

(although not sure that would have helped).

Assembled once

Unassembled twice

Reassembled thrice.

One broken fingernail

One pinched finger

One new drill with working battery

One smashed toe (box and contents fell on it)

One headache

One overall body ache.

Rocking in the glider

Without it falling apart,

Priceless.

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Morning

The air is chilled

The mist is rising

Above the pond

Across the way.

Mourning doves

Awake and cooing

Call their greeting

For the day.

The sky is waking

Colors getting brighter

And slowly chasing

Away the gray.

I hold my coffee

Think of you

And set my intention

For the day.

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