I feel you in the wild western winds howling over the plains within. I feel you in the snowy peaks and the ocean floors. I feel you in the depths and on the skin. I feel you coming out and going in. I feel you everywhere my feet go. I feel you through my tears. I feel…
Author: beautyihaveknown
Connection
We seem made to connect, and when connection suffers we suffer. There are those of us who do not desire connection. Either connection has brought pain or we do not understand how connection answers our unspoken questions. And what of those who’ve left it in pain? What can hurt us beneath the skin but need…
Light From Darkness
Like a star in the day, No one saw her. But her night came, And she lit the sky. I look out, and I stare, For never have I seen A light so alive. What power is this, That turns darkness into light? That beckons me wander the night So that I would catch this…
Breaking Free
The war had ended, and I found myself a prisoner in those foreign lands. I could hear the winds blowing over the sea as I sat bound in my cell. They called my name, bid me escape. I worked up all the courage I could find, pressed through the panic, waded through the sweat and tears,…
Murder
I’m pulling this old poem out of my journal, dusting it off, and posting it here. I had spent years thinking I had moved on from my childhood and was functioning quite well, thank you very much. But I fell apart, and stood in the midst of my own ruins wondering what happened and how…
What Never Was
This is a follow up to my post on Grief. I came from a culture that did not accept grief. The idea was that a truly strong, mature, and spiritual person would not grieve. They would maintain peace and joy through anything. I learned something from this culture: if you do not grieve then the pain turns into…
Grief
How does one move on from terrible loss? All we have is grief. Grief carries us through the shock and pain, through the fires and earthquakes of rage, through the fists clutching at empty air, through fingers grasping at eternity if it would bring back what can never be. It carries us through the powerlessness…
Carry Me Back Home
My earliest memories are of feeling it. I had no words for it, but it made me stop in my tracks. A four year old rarely knows how to describe what he is feeling, but sometimes what he feels freezes him. There inside me was something powerful. I looked around… looked up into the sky. And…
Beauty I Have Known 