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Everything you will never understand

I’ve wished for a thousand times

A non-believer

Praying to be filled with what I know not

And emptied of the same

Equilibrium

Released from delirium

The moon, the sun and the stars

Have tired of my voice

So I turn to the earth

She births hope

Cradles death

Panacea prophecy

Dappled in divine dust

Washed in worshiper’s waters

Encircled in stones

Sacred self-shrine

Altar of alchemy

Save me

Give credence to this

Existence

Deemed light

Despite gravity

I sing my burdened ballad

Out of the night

Out of sight

Out of breath

Out of desire

Out of desperation

Separation

Soothes and saddens

Golden grass left untended

Pretends to be the sea

Each breeze rippling waves

Of amber

Whisper

As I grow smaller

Pluck the last

Dandelion

Wished away

Into the gray

 

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1Wise-Woman: “I am living, fighting, and thriving with mental illness and chronic disease and a need to express myself. Writing eases some of the weight I carry.” When she isn’t yanking shadowy strands of leathery clumps of unconscious, and tenderly placing them into word documents, she is creating at A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave.