huffed up hills unawares of the delicate leaf song when Grandfather Sun warmed frost on their bones; as though a tribe of women kneading bread in the kitchen— throated hums echoing methodical hands in rhythm
There are three score years and a trillion steps under my belt; yet, was never aware of their liminal passage rite unto the Valley of Death
One lifetime is never enough to learn, nor appreciate it all ~
I am no ones dirty secret I’ve been birthed by the same God, Goddess as you. Standing side by side in the face of scrutiny like so many of our ancestors before us. I am worthy of admiration and praise for rising from the ashes. There is no place in my life for people who can’t see that my worth is just as valuable as their own. I am all things...a survivor of the dark night of the soul and of being the eternal light. If you can’t recognize me here in this space...be gone. I am no ones dirty little secret.
From silent thoughts to memories of love had and love lost to the pain that dwells deep within the mere core of ones heart, pulling one deeper into the abyss of darkness were there is no light to see, which only leaves behind the dimless that once were lights through the darken night of what use to be your dreams. But yet you submerge your true self deeper into the abyss behind lock doors...