#78 Calming Grace

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Rush with me

feet pointed north

where life has to be

less pressing

take one step at a time

don't dare to think of what may be behind

shadowing, following, merciless.

to your trapped emotions

no Houdini

as it were

but the route to escape is clear

it is wherever you walk

the path growing underfoot

with each stride

like the inky colours

of sunset across the sky

relieved that a blank page

will begin

it's embryonic growth

into the rising of the

sun, both old and new

take your time now

breathe in life's essence...

you can place the words you find

on tomorrow's empty script.

# SELAHSUNDAYS

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#66 Released

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Cathartic ends have 

slipped through your skin

rebelling against all that

you had once left unspoken...
unsung
unwritten

for some reason

everything is no longer enough

you can’t ever be same

and only few people 

will understand
the gentle force of your touch,

many others...not as much.

You’ve thrown off boulders

that held the weight of your dreams

and the conundrum is that in doing so

you opened the portals

in which they hid

Silent.

Beneath.

Waiting for your angst to be fulfilled.

Your true essence could 

have never been awakened till

your cup had run over with

the parts of you,

you had long forsaken,

the comfort to which you had fallen prey

had to be rejected,

placed far away

from the places that were aching

and now with all laid bare,

nothing left to hide...

it bristles from the light

of the explosion of you

that grows steadily towards

the outside

in the fight

that rages between

the actuality of who you are now

and who you were created to be

all that you hold dear

and all that you must leave

below the crimson tide,

that lies still.

Such peace.

Your fire rising above it...

your exploding spirit,

released.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Beginnings & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

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#46 Forgiven

I remember you most

when I look at the sky

admiring pink mists

floating through blues

at eventide

in the found places

of lost time

that waxes and wanes

with the drifting air

and clothes the

shadow-filled atmosphere.

I miss the sequences

set to replay

over cliffs

that blend into the ocean’s mystery

sheltered under the frigate’s

broad wings

that had abandoned

the sullen coasts

that framed turquoise,

clear seas

and I think of you

remembering

how you constantly

think of me…

Oh!

How abrupt were your

footprints

washed off by the foams

that salted the sprays

I enjoyed so much before…

but

I know this as this world spins

it can be recaptured again

maybe not in the way

nor with the same motion

there will be a different sky

a different view of the ocean

but I believe

if I keep moving

though this world

I’ll meet you somewhere

in the middle

amidst all of these moments…

calling my name

as it always was

.Forgiven.

My Inspiration: The Sky

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