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  Jul 2020 BrokenPieces
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
  Jun 2020 BrokenPieces
is a process
much like the sunflower
we are not simply born
a bright bursting flower
of enlightenment
we are crafted
into beautiful stardust beings
through pain
and the lessons
we are meant to endure
and learn from
we are reborn
into stronger
conscious beings
filled with light
bursting with love
into higher consciousness
BrokenPieces Jun 2020
Darling, loving you
feels like holding fire in my hands
the only way to stop burning
is to let go
BrokenPieces Jun 2020
I hide......
The demons I am resisting  
The battles I am fighting inside
because I don't have the energy or the will
to explain to people who don't want to understand
My heart is a battlefield
BrokenPieces May 2020
I don't know
who you are
or even where
but I am sure
the wait is worth it
our Lord will make us meet
when the time is right
and we are ready for each other
until then I will pray for you
  May 2020 BrokenPieces
I sip on my green tea
wishing for it to cleanse me.
Wishing for it, to cleanse out the oils and the misery I consume.
Wishing for it to break down my toxins.
Wishing for it ... to cleanse the sections of myself that even I cannot reach.

Green Tea

A substance that supposedly detoxes the belly, but not strong enough to detox the soul

Not strong enough to take away my shadows, my doubt, my ego or my woes.
A drink, not strong enough to hug my spirit at its loneliest hours.
Yet, I sip
.. praying the wet herbs that tickle my tongue shall unlock the gateway, or the path, or the door... to my soul.

So I sip...
And sip...
And sip...

Swallowing it’s brew...and my tears.
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