by amba | Dec 21, 2021 | abuse, Demons, Healing, trauma
Somedays you still consume me I no longer feel the touch that haunted me This is deep inside where you twisted all the emotions made it so my trust was so broken No one else could ever have me I would never be able to trust anyone again And in that simple reality I...
by amba | Dec 18, 2021 | abuse, Demons, Healing, trauma
He gave me a story Something to believe Something to make me feel special Make me feel like we were destiny But I had been told that story before Different but the same and told another version Different but the same And I so wanted to believe And I can’t imagine any...
by amba | Dec 15, 2021 | Healing, Love
Close your eyes Picture yourself Tell me what you see I see me No, describe what you see Me, short buzzed salt and pepper hair weary eyes buried behind glasses tense mouth framed by wrinkles arms and legs with roadmaps of veins and arteries middle and thighs heavy not...
by amba | Dec 13, 2021 | Healing, maiden mother crone
When he is gone I will leave the twist tie off the bread leave the leftovers on the stove til bedtime put flowered wallpaper in the bedroom sit outside and howl at the moon When he is gone I will create my IRA squirrel money away for a rainy day pick my expenses sit...
by amba | Dec 11, 2021 | Tattoos
Chaos Flowing letters tucked on the back of the wrist where the blood flows seeking its way back to the heart the pulse of the arteries hidden buried deep A reminder of the world A reminder of the things we can’t control An acceptance of what is Everything inside and...
by amba | Dec 4, 2021 | Healing, maiden mother crone
There is more to me than this than waking up to do all the dishes cleaning the house paying the bills and trading the work of my hands, arms, back, and legs for just enough to just cover the bills stopping the dreams there is no money for dreams no vacations no travel...
by amba | Dec 2, 2021 | Healing, intimate moments, Love
He takes my hand in his Fingers intertwined He gives a gentle squeeze I love the feeling of the warmth my palm pressed next to his and I wish he could have held my young hand the one that was flawless Soft – full of promise Rather than hands aged by work veins bubbled...
by amba | Nov 29, 2021 | Healing, Tattoos, trauma
Tattoos we try to erase The ones below the skin Imprinted by people and experiences Invisible yet branded just the same Invisible ink that surfaces as emotions when the tattoo is warmed by life Exposed to raw air Exposed to be worked with one more time Healed and...
by amba | Nov 27, 2021 | Healing, maiden mother crone
We sit and stare at each other I am the liberated female which gives me the right to cook dinner to clean the house to mow the yard to raise the children to paint the basement to plant the flowers to wash the dishes to work and earn a living to fix the broken things...
by amba | Nov 26, 2021 | maiden mother crone, motherhood
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