#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood

And so,In the wildwoodI trembleAmong weedsThat growEven in the dark.Even in myheart,Where I havetried,to stamp them out.Today,I admittedYou had no place to inhabitbut painand I’ve beeneating saladsall weekendin some vainhopethat greenerywill sprout withinmeI am tiredIn the wildwoodI am tremblingMy bodyIs disrepairingAnd repairing Like the sunAfter rainI feignAn indifferenceTo this newWildnessEnteringI trembleAnd I write Songs totheContinue reading “#34 healing poetry; The Wildwood”

#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons

In the hazy summer light,I fight, I fightGentle demons that onceVisited me at nightNow, they hitch rideson dust motesand oh – what a sightwhat a sightdemons turn toangels – mid-flight.I fight, I fighttheir handsclutching atmy heart.Tearing apartFrom the dark –I start, I startTo sing a lullabyI knew long agoNow the flowersBegin to sway Their petalsAreContinue reading “#33 healing poetry; dust-mote demons”

#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day

I see The shadow of youBehind his formA dayThat should Be celebrated forThe Dad’s that choseTo stay.You were my sunAnd you fell belowThe horizonMy eyesTracked you as youLeft coloured streaksIn the sky – Except, you are not a sunYou are a man.And you chose each stepYou walkedAway from meCrying at the door.And now, I can’tContinue reading “#32 healing poetry; complicated father’s day”

#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real

I’ve been holding onto so much.Strange tales told at midnight,Someone else’s love.I couldn’t let go of the idea,that that love should be for me, too.And if I wasn’t built to be her,this imaginary lover, then maybe I could act it out.See if he arrived, andsilver screens wouldn’t touchwhat we’d create.But my creation spun out ofContinue reading “#31 healing poetry; completely flawed, completely real”

#30 healing poetry; when you touch me

My mind is a whirlpooland I feel caught in the drift there are too many thoughts that cause my soul to shift and it feels like forever is too close to catch so I’m a thread on a loom or I’m burning to Ash My mind is strangeand it never wants to rest I can’tContinue reading “#30 healing poetry; when you touch me”

#29 healing poetry; starlight steeped souls

I fall asleepto the moontide,noontide, after-in-between darkthat I thought smelledonly of the spaces between yourlegsI tasted the dawn, brieflybefore skipping to the nexttown for coffeeand I held his handfor a moment – his soulthe water stills at timesWhere you least expect toSee the reflection of theWorld as something beautifulBut there you stoodSlightly unsure, totally misjudgedInContinue reading “#29 healing poetry; starlight steeped souls”

The Writing Balm

When we stand in drifts of rainThat bathe our bodies underTrees that shudder in windCarrying new seeds to new placesWe know that nature is somethingto fearand to wonderat.I wonder at the rows of tulipsBright like freshly kissed lipsat dawn, and it reminds meof sweeter holds in bedroomsI’ll never visit again. I didn’t wander lonelyI wanderedContinue reading “The Writing Balm”

#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love

Your heart is breaking And you wish you could follow the deadWhere their eyes would still recognise youWhere they’d take your life instead Your heart is breaking You’re tired and out of timeYour body is less alignedWith what they call the real worldBecause you don’t watch to match your footsteps With a world that brokeContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; lead me to your love”

#28 healing poetry; believe

The air is cool when the sky is brightThe mist rolls in the thick of moonlightThe world rests in an opaque veil I wonder if I could hear the wailOf an albatross at sea With all this silence, I shouldBelieveThat if the world were to speakI would hear and repeatThe cadence of the danceBetween womanContinue reading “#28 healing poetry; believe”

#26 healing poetry; soft sunrise

There’s a soft sunriseThat leaves traces of starlightGlinting in the shadows of dawnThere’s a soft sunriseThat asks me to riseThough my pillows are sweet and warmI wake to the scentOf the garden where I firstKnew my soulThere’s a soft sunriseAsking my eyesTo open, to a glittering world -A.A. @nyxilotbiscuit