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I Am My Own Life-Raft

28 Tuesday Jun 2016

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</3, Love, Pain, Relationships

Like so many of the warrior women I know and love, my life has been rich with experience. Seemingly unattainable goals accomplished, despite (or because of) immense barriers and roadblocks. And it has been fraught with battles of my own and others’ making, many from which I did not emerge victorious, was deeply wounded, and left for dead. There have been times during which I was so broken that I was dispossessed of the capacity to enjoy anything or anyone I love. There have been times during which my pain coloured everything muddy, dark, like when all the water colours on a painting run together. The past was a dirty brush which tainted my present and future. To love someone to the core, and be loved by them, to the core, knowing that the only decision remaining is for us to travel alone, for a while, or for longer, is the epitome of bittersweet. This pain is like no other pain I have ever felt. To feel it at this stage of my human evolution is like no other experience I have ever had. I have no guide, I have no barometer, I have nothing but self, as it should be. This pain is clear, its edges are sharp, and it is single-minded in purpose, in that it is bereft of all that does not belong to it. And it is ever-present. The difference between those muddy, dark times and now, is that while this pain is unrelenting, and at times the wave is fierce, so am I, and I know I will not drown, that the tears will subside again, and until the next wave, I will glide on smoother waters, enjoying the view, in all its clarity and sharpness, from the life raft I am.
~Marcela: </3

June 28, 2016

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My Well-Lit-Heart

08 Monday Sep 2014

Posted by ~MyLa in Poetry, The 'L' Word, Unfettered

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</3, Honesty, Love, Pain, Personal Power, Poetry, Relationships, Self, Truth

My-Well-Lit-Heart

          My-Well-Lit-Heart       

Intoxicated by intention
I neglected to mention,
that holding this damsel at bay
since the advent of May,
t’was not at all, in keeping
with the deeds of the true Dragon-Knight,
dear BB-D-K.
‘Tis in doing not saying
that sets hearts a’flutter,
sadly sadly
your actions did, but stutter and mutter.
No Dragon-Knight honour is found in mere utterance of words
when to the ground they plummet,
with the utility of turds.
(and stick on the soles of this damsel’s ever-well-shod feet)
No gallantry present in noble intent,
when in sadness, a damsel’s Morns Days’n Eves,
be endlesslyyy spent.
Well-meaning plot
is worth nary a thought,
here, today, at this juncture –
how many (more) opportunities, do I provide you
to puncture;
this
<3
?
Zero ↔ oreZ
e   <3   e
r     r
Ø

September 07, 2014
Yours; Shining, well-lit through the wounds:
MyLa: truly Unfettered.

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The invisible slap

31 Sunday Aug 2014

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Brothers Grimm, Dorothy Parker, Love, Pain, Poetry, Purple Rain, Sylvia Plath, Truth

sad

 

 

 

 

 

Reeling
from an invisible slap
jagged digits, peeling
the fragile membrane of my spirit
like the edges,
of Perkins-Stetson’s hideous
Yellow Wall-Paper

Dripping
from a source opened
left abandoned, stripping
the thin veneer of my psyche
like the turpentine,
of a former Prince’s
Purple Rain

Beating
from a place long-hid
words spoken, cheating
the valves of my valiant purple-heart
like the deceit,
of Parker’s prettiest Cherry White
Hanging Tree

Misleading
with circle-talk
false sustenance, feeding
the ravenous pit of my soul
like the noxious fruit,
in brothers’ Grimm
Snow White

Appeasing
in soft voices
the honourless, teasing
of this love-hungry core
like the snake,
in Adam & Eve’s
Garden of Eden

Smoking
with illusory mirrors
he suffocates, choking
re-incarnate my intense sensibilities
like the pure-gold baby,
in Plath’s
Lady Lazarus

Slapped-quietly but never into submission, yours as always;

~Marcela: Unfiltered

August 31, 2014

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