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My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.

Jen Holly

Listen to the heart to its beat in time words are no match for what is spoken in the heart’s rhyme.
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Heart Time Word
My love you are, magic in the mountains moonlight on the meadow mantras at midnight, and molecules of my heart.
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Heart Love Magic Myself Yourself
I am both mud and lotus but, my love you only see the mud.
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Flower Myself Worth
Even my tears fall for you.
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Break Up End Fall Tears Yourself
Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.
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Flow Myself Ocean People Protection
Our lives are now changed forced a new we start again it’s all we can do.
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Change Live Ourselves Start
Grief visits us all differently but at the core – it rots us a little.
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Deep Different Pain Philosophy
Through poems, I speak the language of my soul and the emotions of my body onto paper.
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Body Emotion Language Myself Poem Soul
You shine bright but not everyone can handle the light don’t dim down from the rebound.
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Bright Light Self Love Shine Yourself
Release the things that no longer serve you like the petals of a flower. It will seed your life with new growth and you will bloom again.
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Flower Growth Let Go Life Yourself
Beneath this skin beneath these bones beneath this blood I exist.
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Existence Myself Philosophy Skin
Why do I paint a happy face every single holiday when they are a stinging reminder of what and who is absent.
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Absence Happiness Myself
Being an empath is a gift – at the same time, you also carry the weight of the world.
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Carry Deep Time World Yourself
I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.
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Day Hope Love Relationship
How do I find my way back to myself? I’ve been away for so long.
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Deep Myself Philosophy
This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.
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Absence Illusion Love Poem

My eyes, finally conscious of the truth that is, now see unclouded.

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