Something…

I want to something, only I don’t know what. Am I complaining? I don’t know. I suppose I am. Am I whining? Maybe? Okay, if I am, where is this coming from? I’m still trying to write poetry… About biomum and her fear. About biodad and his abuse. About how neither changes a thing about…Read more Something…

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Flowing Home

Love sees me, Love moves with me, I open to it, feel it flow through me, around me, filling me up. All wants satisfied, All needs quenched, It bubbles over my lips, becomes laughter, sends sparks into the cosmos. It lifts us up, if we let it, no speck too small, no mountain too big,…Read more Flowing Home

My Star

I shiver, I quake, I tremble, Your arms wind around me, Pull me close, warming, soothing. I’m wrapped up in You, like an infant; I peep up at You, Touch Your chin, and gurgle. You look at me and beam, Kiss my fingers, Tuck them in once more. “Sleep,” You whisper, “I’ve got you.” I…Read more My Star

Life Lesson #7: Anything that doesn’t make me feel positive…

...(pretty, sexy, attractive, good, etc.) has no place in my life. This one has been difficult to say the least. I understand it intuitively, but translating this into words that make sense, are unambiguous, has been another matter. The day Daddy sprung this one on me, I was wearing clothing that covered me, but that…Read more Life Lesson #7: Anything that doesn’t make me feel positive…