When you find yourself stumbling
over heartaches and troubles,
look to the obstacles you planted for others,
how they have grown twisted and gnarled around your feet.

When your head is filled
with voices of doubts and insecurities,
hear the echoes of whispers you have spread
with others’ names attached to their wings.

When your dreams are strangled and tortured,
and you wake in the night cloaked in sweat and fear,
remember the comfort you witheld from loved ones,
the cold you clothed them in and made them wear.

Know that all you have sown
has been planted in the reflection of a mirror.
All the while it was your own destiny you cultivated,
your own future you drafted-

You shall surely reap
your rewards.

The leaves outside our window
sleek and glinting
in the lazy glow of the street lamps.
Cars slide past us,
as the rain dissolves the road
into mist,
swallowed by night’s shadows
in the distance.

Still air, still house, a hint of light,
a stretch, a yawn, the warmth of skin.
In filters day, out tiptoes night;
let dreaming end, and now begin
these waking hours clear and bright,
this brand new day to usher in.
What simpler joy could ever be
than me for you, and you for me?

Love will make a better you.
You are not your broken heart.
You are not your wounded pride.
You are not your timid, teenage self.
You are not the names that have been hurled at you.
You are not who they would have you believe you are.
You are bigger.
You are more.
You are sunshine.

Are you ready?

(Source: kissofthespiderwoman)

other-wordly:

pronunciation | sin-‘til-a

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A thousand goodbyes
to be said in a lifetime;
some with their claws tangled deep in your heart
tearing wounds that no number of passing days will heal,
others like a lungful of air
to one on the brink of drowning,
sweet and rich and hungrily swallowed.
A thousand goodbyes,
waves washing over
mistakes made
and wishes unfulfilled.
A thousand goodbyes
to wash us up
on the shores
of new
hellos.

Love is

early morning

sun shine coffee kisses

you make my eggs I make your tea

just this.

Onslaught

is something I have in abundance,

filling our cupboards,

overflowing our shelves.

This energy

hurled at me,

at us,

that keeps me taut,

aware,

poised to respond,

and which reminds me

every moment

that you are so very worth it.

Sleep creeps up on me,
whisking all my words away;
no poem tonight.

You look at me gently
and all at once
I become aware of the haphazard
stitches with which
I have sewn myself together after
each previous heartbreak.
I am a patchwork
of fallacies too long believed,
of harsh words too clearly remembered,
of mistakes too tightly held.
Yet you,
you look at me gently,
and all at once
my haphazard stitches begin to unravel
and my seams are bursting
with hope,
the rips in the fabric of my self belief
closing over,
patched with the beginnings
of self forgiveness.

other-wordly:

pronunciation | or-en-da

This house has seen more daybreaks
than the two of us combined;
I imagine a young family filling these rooms.
Children play hiding in the back garden,
laughter scattered like dappled shadows across the grass,
Mother’s smile watching from the window
Father climbing the front steps, home again from work…
I imagine children grown and gone,
an ageing couple listening to the radio
as the golden leaves drift down from the trees…
This is a happy house-
it has held a lot of joy,
you can feel it in the walls.
On the day we first visited
with plans to make this house a home
it opened its doors wide for us,
spread all its sunshine through the kitchen,
breathed all its gathered love from room to room
and welcomed us,
because it knew,
as we did,
that we are the happily ever after.