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Letting Go
I don’t need to hold on with cloying handsIt matters not how my blessings come nor in what container they arriveBecause divine gifts are never discerned with the eyesThe container doesn’t matter, what it holds within is the prizeMy sole…
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New Moon
The soft mist falls, engulfing my beingA stone altar rests solidly on its earthy baseFire in my hands flicker and flameRobes barely shift as I move aroundThe sacred templeA king to be crowned Closing my eyes, I go deep withinA…
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Patchwork Love
It’s not me that you wantAt least not the intense, untamed, incorrigible meYou’ve affixed a mental mold – a preconceivednarrative of what a woman should beYou prefer me as putty in your handsPliable, yielding, unquestionably conformingWhile you, a singular master…
