by amba | Nov 22, 2021 | maiden mother crone, mother
In my imagination as I got older There would be laughter there A full cabin with children scampering Sleeping on screened in porches Listening to the whippoorwills Calling to the owls Then I stopped and I looked at my imagination And I thought about the long drive...
by amba | Nov 18, 2021 | Uncategorized
I read the words like I am ravenous for them I swallow them whole never pausing to chew on them in my mind I gulp them like I have a thirst I can’t quench Thousands of them I am addicted to each and every one and the places that they will take me The people they will...
by amba | Nov 16, 2021 | Demons, Healing, nature, trauma
The falling snow lay heavy and wet on the hemlock and pine weighing the limbs pushing them toward the earth. The snow whispers to them, this is how she feels when she is sad and depressed rooted unable to move Trapped like she is held by something she can’t see...
by amba | Nov 14, 2021 | Tattoos, trauma
A semi-colon on the wrist Small and powerful A statement and a whisper A pause Healing pause between past and future Healing pause between despair and hope A reminder To pause and everything will change It will get better Just...
by amba | Nov 10, 2021 | Love
He spoke love poems to me all the time they were in his words and his hands his lips and his body and all the things he did captured by me in my poetry
