I’m worthy of sinking behind clouds when I need to Lightness, that I feel loosening from my grip

you are worth more than your scars

Vapours of pattern, diluting in exhalation, twisting familiarity of my history, I made ‘it just is’, I am worthy of awaking, shedding

the threat, unsafety

journal notes, words afloat when I need rising Reaching for calm, steady hope

‘Should’ getting to ‘be’ in the moment too. Living, first

In one way or another, life has always felt heavy..

Thoughts out loud, trying to heal

The earth has been bitten into by darkness Blood pulsates and becomes part of the light

Golden ..

What is this? Women are incredible

poet - Clumps of knowledge soaked-in trauma .. that feels baked-in, but isn't. wording changed, I feel myself, more present, connected to what's true. See the devastation, can open up more, feel less like intermingled soup My force field of self esteem is thinly veiled and therefore, resolute old one, poems, re-worked I can do this. time changes, looking back - and forward tarastar

Sand, but I slip through Cracks in the marble Like the ink the bled out through my wounds  You opened your mouth  Words came out The sculptor wonders  if he spoke too soon Thin fibres encased in the clay (of doom) art, creativity

Poem with levity, a breath A weight off

What about running on a beach Like a child runs? A freedom Of reckless abandon poetry no borders

From nothing To something Seems like such a gap Closed me off From the vessel and from the, Always, facts Something shifting in me

What am I to you? How do I read?

I float up into the air Dance with winds and twist my wrists poem

What I’m Thinking About. There isn’t the one point to reach - the finish line Evolution

on a train floor..