Coming Home

In fact, myself.I am, in fact, myself.I feel, in fact, myself.I see, in fact, myself.For all the striving and struggling,The years where mirrors hid tears, fears and nothingness,I am starting to see.Where the air is clear and the trees part,Amber honey with their changing leaves,And make way.A clearing.A gateway.A door.Welcoming me in.Welcoming me home.Through the... Continue Reading →

Unfinished

That cup of tea, long grown cold.The scone, I shared it with.That labor of love, so many details.The few last, traded for peace.Those big plans to tidy up,Abandoned for practical things.Those few lines of something yet to be,A note to my future self.My work each night before I rest.The laugh I shared with a friend.That... Continue Reading →

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