Category: Poem
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The storm rolls in, dark, knocking me back again. Wind thrashes at my defenses, testing every fragile fortress. Still, I feel hope, as long as she is with me. ~Buck
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I think almost everyone carries their own “demons,” as people like to call them. Trauma. Old wounds. Memories that refuse to sleep. For some, those demons are quiet enough to coexist with. For others, they interfere with the very ability to function, to rest, to think clearly, to feel safe in the world. For better…
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I am surrounded by beauty, mountains, forests, rivers, and streams. For so long I was unable to see the beauty all around me. Blinded by despair and subdued by chemicals. But now clearheaded, I realize there is no time to waste mourning time lost. Now is a time for living, basking in this newfound clarity.…
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I woke today after nightmares once more haunted me. I was relieved to see the light of day, to wash away the horrors I did see. It was just another dream, no matter how painfully real it seemed. I am safe here in this sacred place, despite the shadows that I used to face. I placed my palms together and whispered a…
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Moments of peace come through, soft and gentle as moonlight. Allowing me to return home to myself. After such a long and arduous journey of drug withdrawal, these moments are like being embraced by gentleness itself. Life in these moments is so very precious, moments stretched into eternity. Knowing, finally, that I am beloved, as are all other…
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The mountains do not stand, they watch.Their granite faces remember the first dawnand whisper names in the language of stone. The streams do not flow, they sing.They coil around my feet like silver serpents,telling stories older than the bones in the earth. The forest does not grow, it breathes.Each tree is a guardian, each root…
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I am healing,I can feel things I’ve never felt before!The mountain forests and the ravens are more than just trees and birds. They are reminders and messengersthat we are all a part of something larger.We are all parts of the web of life. I couldn’t articulate this before,with my spirit clouded with drugs.But now I am…
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I walk within the Sacred,mountains rise like ancient cathedrals,streams sing hymns through the stones,and forests lift their green prayers to the sky. Some seek peace in temples built by hands.I find it in the soft wind against my skin,in the deep speech of ravens circling above. No one need explain the Sacred to me,it lives…
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I fought through darkness of terror and pain,and I survived because of love. I rode through the storms like Thunor,and screamed as I gained hard-won wisdom like Woden,as I fought through the blackest halls where shadows whispered lies. It was the love of my wife and sons that saw me through,when I was in darkness…
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For so long I drifted in a darkness deeper than any seaDespair stuck to me like a cold chill, whispering that I would never be free.Hope, then a fragile ember, had dimmed to ash,and ancient demons, hungry mouthed and hollow eyed,fed on the marrow of my spirit. Then the mountains called.We came to this high…
Whispering Wyrd 