Each Day
Each day I both remember and I forget. Each day I get a chance to forget who I was yesterday and make a choice about who I want to be today. Each day when I envy someone else’s shoes mine become a little more uncomfortable. Each day that I long to be someone else, I…
Living In Duality
A warrior that is tired of the war. The battlefield where the fight is over before it has even begun. A war-cry that echoes throughout lifetimes. I am tired. Tired of the fight. Tired of wondering when it’s going to end. Tired of thinking there is only one side. One winner It’s not who fights…
Flying Beyond Our Wings
Pleasing the pleaser. Taming the untamable. Saving the savior Focusing on the noise so we don’t have to listen to the whispers. Focusing on the fires Forgetting that I am the sun. And the moon. Stars in the sky. God. I am God. Wondering why the universe isn’t my bitch. Forgetting…
Dreaming Wide Awake
This ache in my heart This life I could see Like I have lived it before. Calling me in my dreams White noise in the class Big dreams in my heart My mind a thousand miles away… This spell I have been under my entire life. No life other than the one in my…
The Gap
When I was 17 I left home with $170 in my pocket, no job, a deadbeat ex, violence and moved to Alice Springs, the red centre of Australia. There is only one way in and out of Alice and that is through the Gap. Alice is the town where outcasts move to, the misfits and…
Naked
Stripping down the layers not to bring you down, Expose you Heal you so we can rebuild you. No. Perfection, every scar more beautiful than the next. Each one telling a story of your greatness. What a blessing you are. Not needing to heal any part of yourself. Layer by layer, piece by piece…
Awoken Woman
Shaken not stirred Standing strong in the storm Reaching for the light Seeing the light Making my way through the gap Trying to make it Surrounded in darkness Leading you to the light Beyond these walls That dream beyond the dream The imaginable The unthinkable The dream beyond the dream I was born with this…
Hope, Orgasms and Certainty.
Square peg Round hole . . Sorry . Constantly proving Always failing Disappointing Looking for answers . . Not getting them Not the ones I want Faith in the universe Failing again . . How can God be so cruel? Give me these gifts These visions This desire This dream This unwavering relentless craving .…
WOMAN!
Woman. Where art thou? Woman. The hungering. The suppressed desire. The engorged energy that is misconstrued as too feminine or too masculine. Too much. Quiet. Always too much. Woman What if we’re not enough? The cry is not “I am enough” We are not anchoring that. Now I know why. That internal scream of…
Numbers.
Numbers, always numbers. Nine to five. Escaping the numbers. You can take someone out of the 9 to 5, but it takes a long time to take the 9 to 5 out of the person. If ever. Always the numbers. Wide-eyed and green and ready to make a difference. Excited like Cheshire cat purring up…
