Want to know what really scares me? Putting poems anywhere except my journal and maybe into the inboxes of a beloved friend or two.
Want to know what I love to practice? Doing things that scare me.
This is about the things that take us to our knees, and what can happen if we let them instead of fighting that surrender off. If you believe, as I do, that life is conspiring for us, and our souls know so much more than our thinking minds, then these experiences are precious gifts. They are something we called in to do the expansion we are here to do.
Victorious
I thought you came to save me
But you came to break me
You took all you promised,
Gathered it in a black velvet cloak,
Stole away in the night
When all I wanted was to hold it. And you.
I thought I would shatter past repair,
A favorite cup in pieces,
I fell past the softness of life and breath
Where nothing was left
My heart new to loss like this
On the coldest sliver of the floor
That’s when I met her
The tender queen
The wild goddess
She who is allied with light and dark
Who is free, fierce, all colors,
She who sets the sea on fire
And willingly burns
She said give up the lifeboat
You want the waves
How else will you know, except when you are cradled in the valley of the shadow of death
How loved you are
Did you come to break me
Did you come to save me
They happened
Life does
The tender queen demands it
She knows about the wild horses in my heart
She knows they must run free