Poetry: The Storms

I feel so much better When the storms Arrive Because the outside World Then resembles My insides I howl like the wind I expand and contrast I spin and whirl I weep like the skies I lose control and unleash fury Caged like some beast Imprisoned but alive The storm knows What rage whelps my... Continue Reading →


Poetry: Being

There is no too... There just is. We are as we are meant to be. We are not too much Of anything. The star does not Ponder if it burns too bright. It just burns. We are. I am. You are. Being is as simple and Splendiferous as that. -Angel Marie Russell

c/PTSD: You Can Heal

Whenever I struggle to fight for myself. I write a letter to myself like I'm not me. I tell myself all the things I long to hear. And it took a long time, but I really believe it now. I'm worth fighting for. We all are. You are so worthy of so much love and... Continue Reading →

Poem: For My Grandpa

~For my Grandpa~ He was made Like the mountains Standing tall sturdy Strong With gently guarded Meadows at his feet Nourishing the smallest The youngest and the weak. He stood firm In the face of trouble "Why worry what we cannot change?" He faced danger with courage A shotgun, a fist full of dollars, Sweat... Continue Reading →

Poem: Heart 

I will forever be Amazed at the depth With which my heart Can ache. I will ever be astounded At the depth With which it Can encompass And release love. And the World It moves me To stopping, Paralyzed by both Beauty and fear. And even still My tiny heart Beats perfect And with such... Continue Reading →

Poem: Hunt

My nose has found the scent Along the trail. My senses all attuned With no distractions. My feet sturdy but soft Pad the tender forest floor And my pace quickens Ever so My breath becomes a rhythm That pulls me a long That pulse of my heart Ba Dum Ba Dum. My eyes they never... Continue Reading →

Poem: Dragon Woman

I'm breaking out Of a new shell There may be more scales And talons Than my last form. There may be deep darker hues To the creases in my Armored skin. There may be more of a gleam To the hue of my eye There may be a murderous State set in the fine lines.... Continue Reading →

Thoughts: Vulnerability 

I fear I will be rejected for sharing my vulnerabilities. And often I reject others first as a form of protection.  But this is isolation. I want to feel safe being seen and heard. I'm not there yet. But I work on it everyday. I hope that this share somehow aids me in that mission.... Continue Reading →

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