Independently indecisive;
Resembling city streets after winter rain,
I innocently dance from blue leap to teal chasse to lilac and spiral up from
- silver.
Daring to exchange truth for glamour and letting my imagination fly
Encouraged by dreams anchored in reality yet swept away by magical alterations of my mind.
- alterations of my mind.
Subtle pulses of prayer and salvation propel me past prussian rifts and chartreuse vines
chartreuse vines
Christening me something sweet and free and shedding speckles
embodying fear - silence - pain
Empowering me to empty my shadows and then holding me near when I
reach out again.
Naturally contained chaos pulling copper out of shadows and changing it
into summer gold,
Tantalizing sleepless emotions elevated past relief and revealing secrets the
stars can’t help but hold.
Complimentary shades of illuminated life, carefully wild and tamed;
tinted chapters of free
Muted ombres of exhausted despair overlaid with neon highlights of
saved loved here
About the Creator
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 5 days ago in Confessions
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