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M Salinger Apr 7
Take me to a field of flowers
and
confess your love to me.

With nature as our witness
and time as our officiant.

Hold me as the sweet scent
sways us
and the breeze
tells our story.

-M
M Salinger Apr 3
You are the
trellis
to my climbing rose,
-
together, we make
the arc.

Without you,
they would run free
& indiscriminate,
climbing the walls and
the furniture alike.

You are the
frame,
the structure needed to
hold them
in their wild beauty

to
contain,
never
control
-
to come
together,
as a
thing
of
splendor.
him, masculine, the frame
me, feminine, the flow
M Salinger Mar 4
Today, I yearn for you.
There is a heaviness in my heart that I try and center as a weight to ground me.
Do you think that's always something we must carry alone?
But today, it threatens to push over anything in its way, gaining momentum with each passing second.

Today, I yearn for my innocence.
For that lightness in my soul that washed the world in hues of pink and possibility.

Today, I bury the girl I once was.
I lay down flowers at her grave, and I cry hot tears of anger and sadness.
All while trying to make sense of the imperfections inherent in life.

Today, I try to heal my heart while making space for yours.

Today, my being misses yours.
Today, I yearn for you.

Not only as company for another lost soul.
But, as a reflection in your heart that is in my image.

Today, I pray you are searching for me too.

-M
M Salinger Feb 22
I think there's something about youth that a lot of 'adults' forget:
those years between 20-25, might as well be 15,
they are long and arduous
and will test your will more times than  you think possible.

But it is here where your character is forged.
Where your soul picks a path,
an identity in relation to this world.

Because what is the self if not in relation to another?

And from there, the current of this identity takes you along to 30, 35, 40, 50, 60 and onwards.

Some people buckle under this pressure,
it is intense and cutting.
And takes both rigidity in one's persistence
and
softness in one's heart.

Because a hardened heart cannot be imprinted on.

And that might just be the point of existence.
To be imprinted by love and to spread the same.

Kindness is a choice.

We choose in the pressure chambers of our 20s if we are nice,
or kind,
or neither.

I hope when you look in the mirror, you are as proud of your choice as I am.

It is this kindness within you
that you have nourished and grown,
with intent, and through a labour of love,
that will always carry you forward.

Kindness is a choice, but we were also lucky to be gifted this by Mom and Dad,
and from them ever since.

Their commitment to kindness
to keeping this softness in their hearts,
reminds me to do the same.

They have this inherently within them because of the communities they grew up in.
We are removed from these parts of our roots,
and that particular cultural piece
is not the same for us.

As such,
it will be our life's work to keep this knowing at the forefront of our minds.
And hearts.

However, this is still not a weight we must bear alone.
We do this in communities just the same.

It will not be easy
and will take both hard work and dedication,
but it does get easier.

The current picks up with time.

I feel fortunate to have you
on my team for this task ahead.

We have our work cut out for us,
and at this particular moment, we must go at it alone.

But that does not mean we are ever alone.

That community.
That safety net.
Those hearts imprinted with  yours,
of past, present and future,
always remain.

This is my hope for you
as you go into this next chapter: that even when you are alone, you are never lonely
with this knowing.

My heart always remains soft and open to yours,
M
To my babysister,
on the other side of 25: it only gets better from here.
M Salinger Feb 19
I'm a raw, exposed
crab, molting
a
new skin.
A reminder to myself that this happens on the ocean floor, where the pressures are immense, and the sun doesn't float down.
It's dark, but it is not forever. The ocean exists only in relation to the land it surrounds.
M Salinger Feb 2
Sometimes
I write to you
when I’m sad
but today,

I write to you from
all the
love and joy
that is
coursing through me.

From the place of opportunity
and
abundance I find myself in.

I miss you

but I no longer feel
consumed
by this longing.

I feel excited
and oddly
rejuvenated.

Dickens:
"the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again"

And it is the meeting
again
I find myself focused on.

The pain
of being
torn
away,

although there

is now more akin to
a faint smell that lingers on
well past when
you've left
the room.

This lingering reminds me I’m human.
And for that I am grateful.

Because
no pain holds
me
in its grips
anymore,

for I have turned myself
into water that easily slips
through
the cage meant to hold me.

-

Know that I am sending you love from my heart and warmth from my soul.

I hope this provides you
strength
and
shelter,
however brief.

Till we meet,
M
M Salinger Jul 2021
Something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you

when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty

and in the face of this
adversity,
you lose a part of
yourself.

The smoke
it hangs low,
a weight in my lungs
like the feeling in my soul

the forests
burn themselves,
and out of destruction,
the new growth is born,
like us

be born again,
let my love
nourish & caress you
scars and all

rise to the
challenge
when fear beckons

lay your heavy head
and tired mind
in my lap
and let your tears
of sadness,
and longing
flow in the space between my legs

let go.

and like that,
I will hold you
& show you the
promises I won’t
break

let me reveal
my inner corners
as you show me yours,
and prove to you
how tender I will be
with your delicate
heart

resist the temptation
& give into me
instead

make love to me.

lay your lips
on mine
& slip yourself
into the space
between my hips

let me show you
true ecstasy,
let the arch of
my back
show you what
words can’t

let our bated breaths
& escaping moans
be our solemn vow
that fear
will
never
rule here
again

let your fingers
get tangled in my hair
as your heart beats
against mine,
as a reminder of what
is ours

have courage
& fervour
to hold on,
when fear
taunts you to let go,
when it smirks
because the intensity
almost burns,
& your soul bleeds
and your bones ache
& your
will is
tested

in these dark moments,
find strength in me

because something happens for you
something changes,
a part of your power
a part of your abilities
a part of you

when you’re faced with truth,
and choice,
when moving from known
into uncertainty,
when you’re
fearless.
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