Sitting on your Birthday

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This morning

I mourn,

sitting with

the memory of

my mom.

The day of her birth

onto this Earth,

playing the tune

of the Cardinal’s song.

Angels dance and celebrate.

I sit with bittersweet fate.

Sending my love

up and out,

beyond the stars.

I sit and weep with

my wounds and scars.

Growth and change,

the season of Fall.

Drenched in pain,

feeling small.

I miss you

sweet mama,

my other half.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Living in my memories,

you will be

always,

Alive in my

heart and soul,

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Sister’s Words

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Sister’s words

are like swords

Slashing and tearing

me from 

my  “therapy throne.”

Deliberately belittling, 

so she didn’t have to

feel alone.

Sister’s words

are like punches

from sibling beatings

that would never end.

Bruised and broken.

Abandoned we were.

She attached herself to me

and I could not keep her safe.

Long and torturous our relationship has been.

Allies and adversaries through the horrors we have seen.

We are enemies and we are friends.

Sisterly love and sibling rivalry.

I must set myself free.

The past has passed,

leave it there.

No matter my actions,

you believe I don’t care.

Sister’s words 

hurt me no more.

The game is over.

Nobody scored.

My love you will always have.

My soul is mine to keep.

Sister’s words

I release…

and gently weep.

 

by Maria Fairbrother (pic credit Words by Nayla Smith)

 

Blood Moon

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Blood Moon

Beneath

The Earth’s Shadow

Enveloped

In 

Pain and Sorrow.

Blood Moon

Drenched and Stained

In

Death

To Be 

Reborn Tomorrow.

Blood Moon

Allow Me

To Set Free

The Demons

That Have Been 

Cast Upon Me.

Burn Away

The Memories

Please

Blood Moon.

Aries On Fire

Energy Raises Higher

Crawling Out Of The Mire

Blood Moon

I Lie With You Tonight

Let You Take My Life

Awakening Tomorrow

With My Flame Bright

Goodnight.

Blood Moon

Farewell Summer

Goodbye Summer, see you next year

The Season of change is here

The lightheartedness and warmth of yesterday

Fading with my tan lines and careless smiles.

Seriousness overcomes fun,

bathing suits are replaced with sweaters.

No more late nights or lazy days

Of summer’s haze.

Chilly mornings of introspection,

And daily routines are priority now.

Harvesting and preparing for what is next to come.

Living between the worlds on Hallows Eve.

Tuning into the magic of the changing leaves.

Fret not, my summer love,

for change is what we are made of.

For now this is the end,

Farewell my summer friend.