ever so gently. in this room, Not mine filled with morning light.. alone. Though not seperated by many miles, I am far away from my home. I keep telling myself I can live there.. and I want to... connections are deep and have been my focus.. Almost half of my years Unconditional commitment My life partner, Once complete. . My love.. my precious one. My dearest friend, my finest lover. Created just for me. Able to play my body To a comfort unknown. My Heart to rest at last. I dreamt of us Left one man Then two To follow his scent and found him. Knew I would bear his daughters, Knew without question ... this Definition of Soul Mate That once belonged to us. °•°◇•°•◇•°•◇•°•◇•°•◇•°•◇•°•
I hurt by the
loss of you. That you have lost yourself. That you can't seem to get away from the depths and nightmare of your addiction. I am hurting like a Mama Bear. Lost my cub and I can't find her. I look endlessly. Feel an avalanche of painful emptiness. I am lost myself, in losing you.
°•°◇°•° There are no Monsters here... this, the abandoned soft, fertile soil, that was to feed the Family Gardens. No evil creatures, lurking behind these timid hurting hearts. a painful place... this invasive, pervasive, ******* of Us . Here lay The raw, The ragged mashed up mis-understandings. An onslaught of hurts, that float and fester in our cauldron of tears. 'Canvas of Colors' tells Our story... Melding together The frozen and unthawed moments of all the Precious Forever Embraces There are no Monsters here We are the tender beings that continue to breathe ragged after the forest fire, tripping through Crumbling Ashes turned wet black. Dank and slippery. Yearning to find strong footing amongst these ruins of our own doing No evil creatures, lurking behind these timid hurting hearts There are no Monters here
Addiction uprootes and infects
The most loving of families
Surround Sound. Big Bass Boom in my heart, Brings home. Self evident, this hollow space still waiting for your Love. Years upon years our cavern deepens. Rough cut by rivers of tears. Torrents actually. They change nothing, to quell fears and aloneness Oh, the loneliness This vantage has grown old. Void of intimacy or tenderness. No craggy wall to latch onto. Retreat not an option, nor a reachable rock in sight to secure a safe escape. Time to wave arms high! Burn the SOS fire, bright to the sky! Let out a mighty Scream! Yet... An empty echo settles the truth. Big Bass Boom in my Heart ▪▪☆▪☆▪▪ Copyright © 2017. Christi Michaels. MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna All Rights Reserved.
her cough is a song her silence is that of healing i hope i hope she is here near enough for me to hear the sighs i welcome her sighs her tired bones i send hugs to the next room blow sweet kisses there will be no acknowledgement it matters not her cough is a song to me ▪◇▪▪◇▪ Copyright © 2017. Christi Michaels. MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna All Rights Reserved.
There is space
between the moments. No catch in my breath. I harbor no fear this eve of loved ones lost, or unexpected anger. The pups are content. Tired from barking. Fireworks, colors blazed in the sky. Bonfire set to coals, to cool till morn. I am calm tonight. No quiver in my belly anticipating a tremor. A fresh breeze finds me. My thoughts float on the cool dry air. And so... I am calm and this is good. Copyright © 2017. Christi Michaels. MoonFlower-Fluer de Luna All Rights Reserved.
Tips of pine
Curves of birch curls Against the crimson scarlet slight of eve I rest my eyes Gently, I wipe the soft oak table Cotton and lace draped Fruit ń avocados nestled in a bowl A sweet for the morning The day dissolves My weary mind My weary bones My heart...weary I turn from the world Tuning into only the simplest, base sounds Hues of gentle reflection The angst that has gripped too many moments of too many hours of too many days Just now begins to ebb Just now able to breathe at a gentle gait Three down comforters and feather pillows fluffed into a nest My shoulders can rest Lights down low, I find my warmth within this divine softness Shutting down... The sounds, the warmth my breath Let the dreams take me away #shuttingdown Copyright © 2017. Christi Michaels. All Rights Reserved.