A flip of the switch and I light up from under shame.
A flip of the switch and I light up from under shame.
I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.
Love is the haunting that never fades.
I gather healing to myself— soul sustenance. Gratitude for growth, for learning.
It’s time to bring back your magic again. Wake up, He says. The table’s been set. Let’s have fun—and get to work.
I was bound, boundaryless, not allowed them. Turn it into gold again and again—your own private magician.
Don’t let this dull your tenderness. You still deserve love returned.
Gold in my hair, consumed in my breath, gold seeping into my skin and glittering my jacket.