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For me, I give yourself back to you

So that you may decide what to do with you.

Your actions and words, beliefs and absurds,

I give them all back.

I don’t carry you.


I no longer need the same lessons

So I no longer need the same pain.

I’ve learned through the years

I’ve good eyes and good ears,

And a heart I can trust, not blame.


Thank you for teaching me all I had wrong.

I’m grateful you triggered and wounded me.

I now feel the peace

I had all along.

Your transgressions asked me to be more of me.



I’ll decide from now on what my truth is,

Never reaching outside for that task.

I’ll decide what goes out,

And I’ll choose what comes in.

Never again will I ask.


Your words and ideas

Are now back in your brain.

You can keep them

or change them.

To me it’s the same.


My body is healed

And my heart has let go.

I’ve got life to love

And gardens to grow.


There once was a girl

Who was coming of age.

She longed to be free

But was trapped in a cage.


The cage became mental;

It’s all that she knew.

And parts that knew better

Weren’t nurtured by you.


But everything changes

And lies never last.

A heart that loves love

Has limits to fast.


And blocks that are made

From the heart to the brain

Can always be given

Right back where they came.










Stuck Energy

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Memories snagging me.

Resentment simmering.

I just want out.

How do you free yourself from the past

When the tears keep falling?

How do you let go

Of what’s holding you?

Every day the grip loosens;

Tears quieter, softer.


I feel myself unfold.

Something isn’t right though.

My heart needs to speak

and be heard.

And then i can sleep

Without you in my dreams.

My heart declawed.


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Sparkling at me

Asking me a question

Whether or not I want to know more

Or is that the question?

There are two questions.

Do I want to?

Am I willing to?

Curiosity killed the cat.

But the cat isn’t here anymore to tell us if it was worth it.

She found her answer.

Would she rather pace around not knowing?

I’d like to paw at something that won’t kill me.

Dream Day

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Every day is like a dream.

The trees rustle; the sun shines on my skin.

I pinch myself.

How can I be this happy?

It’s almost uncomfortable. I have to grow my container big enough to hold all this energy, this vibrancy, this love.

I want others to see the world as I do, but how can I share such a perception?

I know people come from dark places, where the sun doesn’t shine.

I have a dream; I hold each soul tightly, feeling her heart beat.

Until we synchronize, until we understand one another.

Once in step, I let go of the embrace, and grab his shoulders firmly.

Our eyes meet for a moment, a few breaths

Before I turn her around

Still holding his shoulders

So she can face the sun

And feel the warmth on his skin

Soaking into her entire being.

Out of his nightmare

And into my dream.

We are together now.

Stretched Out

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Time moves slow with sadness

And after broken dreams

Nothing is the same.

Why should time be?

It stretches like taffy

Intent on teaching us lessons.

Every detail of what we missed

And what we will do different the next time.

Intentional punishment, it seems…

When all the other days move so quickly.

Suddenly, there is only time for important things-








Sadness reminds us of what matters.