Joelle E N

Joined October 2021

100 stories

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Poet & Storyteller ✨

Her heart was made of liquid sunsets 🌅 - Virginia Woolf

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Golden Hour
I rise with the dawn Every day–learning to make My own golden hour
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Hurricane Season
You never stepped one Foot off your path: your lost years Were a rain shelter
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Prayer Beads
Counting my traumas Like mala beads, wondering Where the pattern ends
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Anew
My life was over. So why do I feel like it’s About to begin?
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Trauma Leaves a Mark. Content Warning.
If you had asked me ten, even five years ago, I would have said there would never be a day when I wouldn’t love Harry Potter. Now, I’m not so sure. Not because I don’t still appreciate the series greatly, but because my relationship to it has changed. Greatly.
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Confessions
Resilience
The magic within Can lie dormant for lifetimes But it will not wane
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Shadow Self. Top Story - September 2023.
The world Teaches us to cringe at ourselves– Hiding, escaping From the people we really are * Only to wake up one day and wonder
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Head in the Clouds, Feet on the Ground
Two voices Craving union inside me– One, the whimsical voice of dreams The escape from the world into clouds of stars
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
The Scarab and the Hawk
Two talismans With me for the darkest period of my life– One high in the sky, watching me The other, Burrowing beside me in the earth below.
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Scattered
Left not just my heart But pieces of my very being, Scattered like ashes In a house on a hill In a city called San Francisco
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Our Place
If we ever met, for what it’s worth, I’d introduce you, alien, to the earth. * Our home, where trees and flowers sway And animals come out to play
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets
Rock of Ages
Will o’ wisps dancing on the moors I want to live there where it’s quiet Day to night a slow transition A ceremony every day
By Joelle E N2 years ago in Poets