You'd rather remember the women of the past
the ones with eyes like emeralds and souls like ****
Right here...right now their is a blue eyed woman
getting who you are in body, mind and soul
Who am I? In comparison to this young woman with three children and a newly diagnosed brain tumor why her? Beautiful and young with purpose.
I'm old. I've abused myself and have allowed others to follow. The wrinkles on my face aren't Mother natures gift of time. It's a badge of trauma from an unworthy life.
So why am I here and why is she being tested?
Life is unbalanced...so unfair. All I could do is place my hands on her crown and breathe the healing into the places of "dis"ease.
All I could do is hold her soul and lift her up with spirit. All I could do is love her from this place of knowing about brokenness.
All I did was wipe her tears away and love her.
Why her God...and why me?
A client today. It made me sad to see such a vibrant woman, young, beautiful with life purpose be brought to her knees. xoxo
my soul...two magnets
playing a game of give and take
your soul...two crowns of thorns
bleeding drops of rain
time stands still
breath stops...heart skips
I'd rather wear the crown of thorns
then never to have known
the moments of bliss that unfold
in the torturous corners of our minds
in body, mind and spirit...
© 2019 Lily Mae
There is a constant that runs through my soul
better and clearer than any other dream.
The river; she harbors my wants and desires within
her constant ever-changing being.
Release of all the unhealthy ties that have kept me
bound wash away into the depths, twist and turns
setting me free.
All freedom has a cost. I have paid the price like so many.
Now here on rivers edge in the light of the sun I erase the debt
and feel the hope, joy and love like never before.
Here in this place, I don't beg, borrow or fear. Here in love,
I receive for the very first time...my joy filled time~eternal.
© 2019 Lily Mae
The sweet life...
When someone starts the "I love you's" (and you cringe)
knowing your friendship just ended by the words that just departed their lips.
I don't want you to love me. I wanted to be a friend. You don't know how to do either.
Sorry I don't want the spice of life you offer. I'm swimming in my own **** actually. But thank you for the advance warning that you **** and are totally gloom and doom.
The habit isn't so far off after all is it? Safer, kinder and just slightly twisted.
Not knotted up in ball binds and finger *******.
Good on you....Good on you.
Sick of self absorbed blame shamers..carry on. I know you will, whoops...are...
Something sinister was brewing
chimes made of bones were casting spells.
Cloth dolls with x'd out eyes reminded me
of all of you.
And oh...oh how you burned in the fire
while I just drank a beer with a content *******
in my heart.
God I love summer...
Reminiscing with pure intent. No harm was done to the bones and beer.
make sure they all hate me
make sure they all believe your lies
and knee deep *******.
I've got the truth
and you have nothing