As an Empath

As an Empath I can merge

with any life form,

becoming life itself manifested

in flight, gills, earthlings and heart.

I lose my grip on my individuality and

float on your humming strings,

expand on your wings and dive

into your dark.

I even get lost in conflicting

tones unable to decipher your cadence

from my own.

That is why I need my art.

Art becomes: another you, another life,

my own heart, gills, wings.

I merge with the life form we call

the soul. My soul.

I drown in this depth only to re-emerge

on another surface having become myself

fully, wholly, holy, fulfillingly

myself.

Imprisoned Time

Imprisoned Time

is the stuff

of nightmares

it will grow

vulture’s wings

to stay wild.

Confidence

Defensiveness is NOT confidence.

Having the last word is NOT confidence.

Raising your voice louder than is NOT confidence.

Standing tall is NOT standing above.

True confidence is the soul’s immune system,

Knowing who you are independent of

other people’s opinions.

Knowing who you are and

calmly being yourself without needing

to prove or affirm yourself.

True confidence is meeting people

with empathy detached from your own ego,

seeing the soul behind the words expressed.

When you are truly confident you never question

your worth or your ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident you never question

other people’s worth or their ability to love

and be loved in return.

When you are truly confident there is no need

to stand up for yourself because

you already are standing.

Dawn

Dawn is a place

I can grow wild in

and live a whole life

before the world

awakens.

Knots

The knots

that life

has tied

on your heart,

Life

can also

untie.

But it is

up to you

whether to use

the released rope

to throw

a lifeline

or to

lash out.

Who you are

You don’t learn

who you are

You discover

who you are.

Little by little

as you grow

by trying

and failing

directions,

accepting and

rejecting

navigations,

you explore

mindfully

along the way

of life.

Beauty and the Beast

It is only when we

learn

to love

the ugliness

within,

accepting that the

beast

is just another form of

beauty

hiding behind

self-loathing

and insecurity

that we can become

a whole rose

again

with days and days of

wild blooming

ahead of us.

Where you come from

You don’t need to

go anywhere

to find out

where you come from.

You just need to

close

you eyes

and lean

into yourself

and explore

the imagery

of your

memories.

Reshaping Broken Pieces

Reshaping

broken

pieces

I discover

that sometimes

human imagination

outshines

natural selection.

As a child

Watching myself

as a child

play

curious

free

abandoned

by vanity

criticism

eagerly

exploring

absorbing

rewarding

uniqueness

to the world.

Watching myself

as child

play

remembering

that I am still

her.