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Mays Benatti May 2023
Dancing to the rhythm of the universe,
A beautiful, organic chaos.
Grateful for the lessons,
I drift in a pool of elysium.

A wounded healer in progress,
Prancing on a satin thread,
Woven with multidimensional facets.

Allow me to amend the social poison
Flowing within this boundless vessel.
A reflection on the interplay between the chaos of existence and the beauty of healing and growth. I speak to the journey of a “wounded healer” navigating lessons in a universe of infinite complexity. Comes from my life lessons
AnnaWann Jul 2018
Her. Him.
Hurting
Herding
Her team
Burnt him
Turning
Her win

Him. Her.
Winter
Hint where
Here, there
He'd dare
In her
Him. Self.
mel Nov 2017
every
single thought
you brew begins in
me and ends with you
these empty beds that home our
sleep, do not fill with lonely sheets
for when i toss and turn in dreams
i somehow feel you there with me
your Soul is clothing that i wear
i feel your gazing everywhere
even from across the seas
i say "bless you" as you sneeze
my cuts & bruises line your knees
my hollow heart skips to your beat
but some days it feels off pace
for such reasons i can't say
is it your sadness that i trace?
when it goes dark i see your face
i think i blink for you to breathe
i know that it is not just me who
feels this heaviness i bleed
i still spit out the sand in me
it's from my heart i left at sea
my waves of love fill with
seaweed... i'm caught in
you; come sink
with me
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