Between steady breaths,
I float away in peaceful sleep
although, I am not quite here
and I am not quite gone.
My slumber becomes a nightly rehearsal
for when the final curtain falls
only without strings attached,
as I flirt with oblivion
and keep my options open.

Each night I ghost the otherworld,
leaving my body wrapped in a duvet
as I run away with my dreams
and return before dawn breaks.
I have become death's friend
as I surrender to the darkness
without agreeing to forever,
as I experience my temporary death
with daily resurrection rights.

We share in the nothingness,
as my consciousness is on pause.
Tonight I'll die again,
and tomorrow I'll return.
It is the perfect arrangement
with death who waits patiently, understanding that I'm not quite ready
for anything so permanent yet.

©️Lizzie Bevis

I am a
Natural Born
God Given
Woman
I Do Not
Need
 A Month
To Tell ME
I Am Special
Does Everyone
Get a Designated
Day Week or Month
Equally?

Or
just
A Few
Privileged 
Groups

Will Everyday
Be Designated to
A Mostly Peaceful
Protest Group
When Will it
End

A Confident
Multifarious  
Woman
Will Convey
Behind Every
Powerful Man
Is a Woman
Of substance
Letting Her
Husband  
BELIEVE

He
Is In
Charge
A Quiet
Inner Smile
Glows
Knowledge
She Controls
The Apron Strings



BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
March 12, 2025
Multifarious
Some thing described as multifarious has great diversity or variety, or is made up of many various kinds of things. Multifarious is a formal word and a synonym of diversity

Inspired Song
1) I’m Every Woman
By Chaka Khan 1978

2) I Am Woman
By Helen Reddy 1971

I am discombobulated,
like a riddle unsolved by light,  
yet, I have a smile that glows,
but hides at night;
and when joy spills from my lips,
it is a warming display,  
but, pain still lingers,
only a heartbeat away.  

I am as bold as the dawn,
as I step into the fray,  
yet as shy as a whisper,
I often quickly drift away.  
I love with a consuming fire
that burns through the cold,  
and sometimes I smoulder,
overwhelmed and old.  

I am healing and hurting,
I am an emotional embrace,  
gazing into the mirror,
as I search for my place.  
So fiercely I strive,
with my dreams in sight,  
yet I am caught in a spiral
as my wishes ignite.  

I am a walking contradiction
of heartache and grace,  
as I chase fleeting moments,
searching for space.  
I am more than a peacemaker,
and I am willing to fight,  
to find peace in the turmoil,
where my weakness meets might.  

So here in the stillness,
my thoughts fill my head,  
as I think about my life
and where it has led.  
I have been a whirlwind of beauty,
a wilting rose of strife,  
and I’m learning to grow
within the chaos of life.

©️Lizzie Bevis