From The Beginning

Caught in between the breaking

Shut out alone

Silence is my love

Caught in between the mortal

Put upon awake

Picked above the others

Caught in between the quest

Stuck into ab initio

WOMANHOOD

She stands today as the
rain washes her grey.

She wonders how her dreams
just melted away.

Even now, when they remember her name,
She forgets from where she came.

She waits for the time
to pass her by.

She makes a second last for decades.
And she knows how to make things
stay the same.

She falls when the sky
brightens away.

She may go,
but she will always remain.

Keepsake

atop the hill
Fallen
Cracked
Pocket held
cherished
by
generations
Forever remembered
special found
Pebble

Invisible

Unseen

Yet

Moves everything.

It can be gentle

Or

Rip out a new path.

Sending seed pods far along.

Welcoming in still heat.

The breeze against my cheek.

Veritas

Should I wash away what is being?

Turn to fit the cast of your ideal?

What to change will make it better?

I stand on this

exposed

honest

imperfectly me

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