Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
JESSICA WILDEI hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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