brittle geode
I feel the hollow
from outside her inside
it is hurting to hide
Redoubt fractured
the walls are scaled
lo the high tide of dark ocean waves
I see her sorrow
and my heart rips into red ribbons
wish I could cloak her
with warm soft fur
The moon reflects the soles
of our queen's feet
the trees are swaying in created wind.
Spread your arms as wings.
You can be strong in facing the
emptiness...expose your inner self
and accuse yourself,
your defender will come
Thank Mercy
that mercy is a vigilante
reading hearts perfectly.
No need to hide.
Where there was dishonour
make honour
where idleness and
Misplaced trust
Even if it feels at first as though you must crawl
Gently place it back again
On the place it belongs
as caves collapse.
Altar your ways
leaving your own feet
sweet and perfumed,
holy as they were meant to be.
stone cloak
iron minnow