Tag: poetry
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Impostor Syndrome
Who am I? What am I? How did I get away with it for so long? The only person I managed to fool was myselfand now I’m left with the impostor. The shell of the thing. Now that there is no more striving and achievingI am left with myselfand I thought I was so much…
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Dreaming Gaia
Waking mildlyto the morning dewthe condensation of cold and comfortpressed against my chest. I am finding it hard to restto sleep wellto dream without pain, heartache or angerof past lovesof past friendsthese dreams that never end. Last night he returnedthe man, the father, the partner the loverit is always a man, the foolwho I end…
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A Creation Story
Crossing ocean, river, sea,circling world, the deep, dark emptyabysshow did I get here? Herewhere life is one big playwithout director, musician or script writeI fumble along without linesno black scratches on whitepaper. So I tryto move through space and timescratching my story along invisible linesHopingthis story is part of the playone note, one letter awaywhere…
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Palm Sunday Prayer
We open to you today, to the spirit that lives and breathes in our bodies. May we quiet our minds and hear the path, the sound of palm on earth, being set before us this morning. May we feel with every inhale, the wild beauty of life filling the marrow of our bones. With every…
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The Lie in My Bones
A long time agoman birthed from breathdirt turned to bonebone brokeninto womanapple eaten and so began the hymn of pridethe dance of shame. It is the world’s longest gameRoll the dicePick a tribePride and shame is the lie that starts deep inside. Oh how I long for the daybefore we were made out of clayswimming…
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A Hollowing
This feelingof sun dancing on wavesthe cool wisp of windyou can almost hear the whales singI breathe it all in. And just like that. The tides change. The waves no longer lapping my chin,I find myself deep within reachingfightingbreathing it never felt so far awaypanic and pain is all that remain So I let goGive…
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Floating in this dingy
Some days I am overjoyed at my decision to leave Canada and move to Australia. To start anew. To reinvent myself. To make new friends. To try new things. Some days it’s exhilarating and I find myself wanting to pinch myself to remind me it’s real. But other days, days like today, I wonder why.…
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Stuck
I am 10 years old all over again.In a classroom, with a cubby where I put my cold cutsThe air is dozyThe floors are tinted orange, speckled brownIt reminds me of dirt and of earthand how I belongbut alas there are wallsand childrenwho look just like meand we are trapped in this microcosm of spaceand…
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A Name for All of it.
I amI am all of existencefluttering, frolicking, finding rest in this freedomof body, of spaceof connection to placeI am I amnowhere else but hereThere are no ifs and butsbecause I amthe only place I could ever bein your arms, my arms,rocked gently in cradle by Land and by SeaI amnowhere else but here. I amfalling…
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Christ the King Prayer
Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…
