kalen-dion
35/M/San Diego Ca
Kalen Dion is a world renowned author and visual artist working out of Southern California. His writing highlights trauma, sobriety and recovery, and spirituality and faith, as well challenges cultural naratives that contribute to opressive paradigms.
It was the storm of a lifetime. The storm of the century. It fell fast and it fell hard, and now you are too full of salt and water to hold yourself. If you don't open the flood gates, if you don't let the tears follow the rain, the dam is going break, your heart will break with it, and everything you've fought for will be washed completely away.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 1:07 AM UTC
“My heart is in pieces,” she said.
“So are the stars,” I replied, “the most beautiful things always are.”
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
Darling,
you’re not falling apart,
you’re getting rid of the pieces
that no longer serve your purpose.
This is surgery of the spirit,
and it can be painful as hell.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
You can't make a flower bloom.
You can shine all you want
but it won't open
until it's ready.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
Hope.
Follow it
wherever it takes you.
It's the only thing
in this world
that will
give you
a fighting chance.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:46 PM UTC
One day they will arrive
unannounced and unexpected,
they will love you
in all of the places
where you have been unable
to love yourself,
and it will be either
the most beautiful
or the most terrifying experience
that you have ever known.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
Yes,
you will rise from the ashes,
but the burning comes first.
For this part,
darling,
you must be brave.
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:43 PM UTC
I woke up with a deep longing
to nourish the seed of my dreams.
A near life experience.
A vision of love
just beyond the horizon.
I reached for the stars
and burned in the sun.
I drank from the ether.
Showered in darkness.
The tide of emptiness receded,
washing clean the shores of my soul.
I harvested passion
and prayed with the meek.
I sang for you.
Cried for you.
Gifted my heart
in a box made of spirit.
I sacrificed beauty
to send you my kiss.
I cried to the heavens in silence.
I wailed to know you.
Begging forgiveness,
petitioning God.
"Do not let the sands of time
slip through my fingers."
"Do not let this yearning
pass to the fray".
My heart now beats into
a void of eternity.
My silence completes me.
We are now one.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 2:55 PM UTC
If I could change the winds of time
If I could measure the winds of change
If I could send you the breath of life
I would fly with you in the warm summer breeze
But all I have are these words
Alone in the dark with the company of thought
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting for the storm to break
Waiting for the chance to finally know
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
When your heart is filled with emptiness
When your spirit is the void
When your soul is wrapped in darkness
Seek the stars inside
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC