This is my time,
to be released.

To leave behind,
midaged beliefs.

Uproot the past
& plant new seeds.

Tend to my garden
& water my dreams.

I grow flowers from visions
& pick wisdom off trees.

Thoughts ripen in the berries
& I harvest the seeds.

I sow kindness in rows,
next to seeds of belief.

I grow herbs sown from hope.
Harvest love from snap peas.

I offer my confidence,
to dandelion seeds.

To grow in the cracks
of the sidewalks, between.

Intuition, year-round
grows on evergreen trees.

The depths of its roots,
sink as deep into me.

Wild-smile flower-fields.
Lilac kisses, serene.

Lavender loves laughter
& the scent of dopamine.

Sexuality is ripened,
Nestled in the tangerine.

Creativity grows on vines,
& blooms into epiphanies.

I found grounding in the basil.
Infused rosemary with peace.

& what I find in thyme,
exists purely spiritually.

I rest my soul in the garden
& I feel her cherish me.

She accepts my every fragment
& I listen to her needs.

I learn to tend the darkness.
& to keep my temple clean.

To water everything with love
& divine light frequencies.

To nurture the new growth,
by snipping off dead leaves.

To invite source inside.
& be open to receive,

The cleansing of my spirit
& its ancient history.

Taking shape, we make form
of what we choose to believe.

Bringing forth new flowers,
Into our reality.

So, I tend to my successes
& pull out all the weeds.

I lay gardenbeds of seedlings,
that from feelings, I reaped.

Every outcome is concocted,
of whats currently perceived.

So stay up here with me,
& please, don't go to sleep.

Don't run in the dark,
chasing what's out of reach.

& if I seem quiet,
then Im not asleep.

I am tending my garden,
Bringing life to my dreams.

♡
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▪︎ mica light ▪︎

This torch - ignite it only,
if you wish to proceed:

It burns on your desire
continuously,
lighting the way
to the feeling you seek.

The longer the longing,
to which the fire you feed,
the larger its flames;
the steadier its heat.

Whisper your woes
to the torch to defeat,
& burn off the pain
of shame, heart break, deceit.

If you sing it your sorrows,
you may find youre relieved.
For the flames of this torch,
heat with healing properties.

Or spill out your passions,
toss in your beliefs.
Whatever you're pining -
on this the flames feed.

Fire glows desire,
dancing with intensity.
& 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱.

𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘀 yearn heavy,
& set fire - unleashed.
My heart overheats,
so, solace I seek.

& 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘴...

I breathe to the rhythm,
I feel from my soul chimes.
Picking locks on my thoughts.
Breaking into my mind.

Once inside, I found Silence
waiting on me to arrive.
She met me with kind eyes,
& a quiet reminder, divine.

Silence says:

"𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥.
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.
𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦...
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘦.

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥."

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▪︎ mica light ▪︎

" & on the darkest nights,
I feel deeply inclined...
to invite the sky
to fully unwind,
and wrap its stars
around my mind. "

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▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I had a dream I sewed your sheets onto my bed last night.

As if stitching them together, might...
keep us here forever.

As if our dreams becoming tethered, might...
be worth divine endeavor.

As if sewing strands together
of our hair, into the feathers
of our pillow soaked in pleasure, might...
be something we should treasure.

But then i woke up to discover,
I'd been sleeping in the center...
& from my bed, your sheets were severed.

▪︎ mica light ▪︎

I am a person.

And I will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of me.

Not again. Not ever.

I am a person.
And I had to earn it.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺...

I had to find out on my own
that I never even learned it.

Never knew that it existed,
let alone that I deserved it.

Never knew that there was more
beyond how others would observe it.

Left to tear apart the parts of me
that weren't ******* perfect.

Believed my body and it's ***
exist to only be of service.

That in the eyes of others is
where the sum of all my worth is.

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴?

Every time I showed a piece of me
my mother ******* burned it.

Or a lover would reverse it.

Weaponizing all my flaws
to take it all and ******* turn it...

& suddenly my 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆's
where all of the concern is.

...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

Cause when I speak,
the space it takes
tends to be a trigger.

Words of truth fill up the room
and press down on their fingers.

Gripping on their guns,
like they'll be killed if they consider.

That my pain is not to blame
for them looking in the mirror.

That it doesnt make them smaller
if my audience gets bigger.

That being seen for all my story
doesn't place them in the center.

That the one who holds the canvas
paints the story they'll deliver.

& the child inside me paints
with the pain that is within her.

Dipping her brush into
all the people who've dismissed her.

Covering the canvas
with sad sounds of silver.

Grief glitters gold
and silently shimmers.

The colour of ****, thick
and all too familiar.

The truth can be seen
when the sun hits the picture.

It catches the light
and the colours all kiss her.

I stand strong beside her.

It took a long time to find her.

𝗪𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻.

And we will silence nothing
at the risk of losing sight of us.

. . .

𝑺𝒐 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅
𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄
𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏,
𝒏𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄 -
𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄.

𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜.

𝑷𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔
𝒊𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈.

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