Voice is everything
guard it with your life
Let it gently sculpt your soul into being.
I write about the deep feminine – the downloads and knowings the world has been telling us to hide as if they aren’t real
Metatron
Blue Baby Wings
Angel in the mirror
Eons past
On the edge
Letting go behind me
Finally peace and a lifting smile
Healing for a rounded hill
That I’d carried forever
But now for now
An urgency in sending waves
Of cubic love
Out into the void
Where other pain is waiting
To be dissolute
I see myself behind
but
What now in front of this
Broken angled shard