Circling tremor beneath
The flowers
Pulling, sucking at the roots
Waxen petals
Blend
With Dirt
Intone the musical whisper
Of your gut
Especially because you think it
Ugly, unknowable, naked
You must
Descend...
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Posted by
Betty Idarius on Jun 12th, 2011 in
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Poetry |
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If I were to love myself
The world would be transformed
No feeling inadequate, like I made a mistake
No comparing myself to others… no matter what
No feeling bad about how others respond to me
Their...
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Posted by
Betty Idarius on Dec 31st, 2010 in
Poetry |
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“I want to be the darkness!”
She said.
Not knowing how profound
Her desire and courage went.
Now I’m here with her
Tumbled into this place
Once more
With her leading me
Showing me the way
She always has...
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Thank you for the chances you offered me
The Doors you opened
That I took
That I walked through
And for letting me see your anger
When I didn’t
And thank you for letting me know
That your anger...
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She is a
Prisoner
A broken, brilliant almost
Secreting dances
Ferocious or
Soft
Burning to be
Born
Trembling beneath
The skin
Unseen
Dying to burst out
Into the light
Hoping against hope to
Not go unsung
Into...
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You didn’t come for healing
You say
You are already healed
You say
You understand it all
You say
The world is insane but you
You say
You can see
This is what I say
You are not healed
I am not healed
No...
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