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When Time has caught you up— the sudden, subtle way Time always does— and your weather-worn skin becomes canyon-deep with rugged wrinkles
By Haley Williams-Dillon3 years ago in Poets
I will soak in the sapphire comfort of your soul, oceans deep, always.
I will rest here in the foothills, dreaming of how mountains touch the Moon.
The mountains stretch from their winter slumber, breathing new life in Spring-time.
Amber leaves fall from mountain trees, blanketing the Earth before the snow.
Sun rises above mountains, illuminating dark corners within.
The Earth holds her breath- stillness so tangible, like fog in mountain rain.
Upon Hallowed Earth sit snow-capped mountains reaching - kissing stars above.
Imposter Syndrome. A 1, 2, 3 step and violent fall down a twisted rabbit hole of self-doubt and self-sabotage and self-destruction—
By Haley Williams-Dillon4 years ago in Poets
Let your voice shake as the words spill like glitter from your mouth, let your cheeks bloom as red as blood, let the palms of your hands drip with sweat,
you, my love, are familiar weathered pages, and ardently dog-eared corners, and winding bookstore paths stacked nearly to the ceiling
Mother Earth, Goddess Selene— come to me in my deepest dreams and make me wild— rip this violent comfort out from under my unsteady feet
