like a stranger,
you bewilder me

i wonder why you don't work
the same way you did before

i can scream and scream all i want
but this is a transitional phase

maybe that's why they call it growing pains.

healing (noun)
the process of making or becoming sound or healthy again.
"the journey of healing is long and painful
but the end is worth the hurt."

2. healing (adjective)
tending to heal; therapeutic.
"self love was all the healing i needed."

healing is a path that not all are brave enough to walk.
one cannot be pushed or forced into healing.
they must make the choice for themselves.
the first step starts with

Stephan W

The key turns,
and each tumbler falls into its
pre-honed slot

There is an infinite magic
in  her world of words--
her heart finds them
through special agreement,

as the door opens wide;  no
resistance at the hinge,
and it is at that very moment  that she
  gives
everything that she has.

Her relationship with eternity--  it
calls me to her.
I want to be near her--

    be her friend..

And with both hands,  brazenly
touch the hem of her garment--
slide  it  off  of  her;

      share..   in the eternal.

where, where did you go

away from me?

now of all times, why

does it not hurt to see me bleed?

every time i think you'll prove me wrong

right back where we started.

gives definition to the word eloquence
your language speaks the clarity my tongue has been craving
squeeze my heart gently, just enough to make me recall
the restless nights spent questioning the purpose of my trauma
and sunrise epiphanies untangling me hostage from my own brain


abandoning my skeleton shipwreck by the shore
my ****** feet claw onto the rock edges
slowly climbing their way up to the cliffside
i dive backwards into the swirling tides
the only way to survive is to be one with the current
and learn that your pain has made you wiser than the sirens
poetry, honey, you are the muse of my healing
i am a ferocious sea storm only you are capable of showcasing

As his words crawled into my eyes
Dripped down my throat
They landed on my heart
and that's where they stay
Poetry like his
so raw so true
opened my soul
and it was there
on those pages
we shared a bond
His words forever
captured right here
in my heart
His words
© Jennifer L DeLong 11/08/2020

What is it like
The moonlight on her skin
Surely it must dance
Some spectral movement
A longing that only
The forest would know
Deep secrets whispered
Beneath its bows
Ancient recollections of
Sweet footfalls amid the duff and
Arcane choired reverances
Echoing a covens embrace around
Samhain fires
Charming the spirits arise and
Make light the growing darkness
But time is cruel and
She alone now stands
Testament to the cycle
******* in the dew
Singing the old songs
In the old ways
Enticing that old wood wake and
Take heed the coming dawn