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I was born to be a poet.

I was born to be a poet.

All these thoughts inside my head
Come to me in metaphors and
Used to go unsaid.

Until I found my poetry
And look what it’s become –
A flowing sense of inspiration
For years on end to come.

And though I have my struggles
And battles like the rest,
Poetry is always there
To make me feel my best.

I was born to be a poet.

It comes so naturally
And now I know my purpose
Of whom I’m meant to be.

Mirror Magic, Honey


Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
A fierce look upon the face.
The night has just begun.

Entering the building
Like walking on a cloud.
A glimpse in the mirror
While moving through the crowd.

A sip from the glass.
A whisper in the ear.
Chills run down the spine
The legs hit the chandelier.

Honey on the lips.
Magic on the tongue.
Mirror to the soul.

She is…

A whirlwind through a field of flowers.
A glimpse of sun during a storm.
A cold shower after a night out.
A first warm day in spring.
A delicious cup of coffee.
A sunset on a beach.
A breath of fresh air.
A lunar eclipse.
A goddess.
A poem.

The Beauty Within Me

One day I woke up

And noticed a difference.

My mind felt free,

Anxiety diminished.

My thoughts weren’t racing,

My heart filled with ease.

A clarity so clear,

My soul truly pleased.

It feels so natural,

Like I channeled something else.

A powerful embracement from

The highest version of myself.

I say out loud,

“This is how I’m supposed to be.”

Blinded by the growth

Of the beauty within me.

Clarity

Let’s take a step back
From where your mind has taken you.

A moment to view
This from a different lense.

You may be thinking
Of what’s to come,
Or reflecting too much
On what’s already done.

Be present.
Be still.
Be mindful.

Sometimes it isn’t
What your brain makes it seem.

Write down your emotions,
Your feelings,
Your worries.

Be realistic,
Recognize the truth.
Meditate on clarity
And how it relates to you.

Inhale truth.
Exhale imagination.

These worries, these anxieties
Are not set in stone.
Sometimes the best medicine
Is putting down your phone.

Distractions and influences
Distort our point of view.
Exhaling imagination
Is the simplest thing to do.

“We suffer more in imagination than in reality.”

Seneca

Breathe

It’s time to breathe.
Let’s take a moment
To find some peace and quiet.

Grab your favorite mug.
Make some tea,
And add some honey.

Grab a crystal,
Light an incense,
And sit somewhere comfy.

Breathe in
1
2
3
4

Hold it for a moment.

Breathe out
4
3
2
1

Hold your crystal,
Deep inhale,
Take a sip of tea.

Breathe in and out,
Center yourself,
And find your inner peace.

You are safe.
You are loved.
You are calm.
You are present.

Nothing can disrupt
This tiny piece of heaven.

Use this as a tool,
Something as a guide
For when you’ve had a rough day.

Don’t ever forget –
The Universe loves you
In every single way.

Witchy Woman


A speak easy in Brooklyn

On a Tuesday night in fall.

Trying to forget the stress

That this day has caused me.


I take a swig, put down my glass

And glance around the room.

Suddenly, an energy shift,

I begin to seek the cause.


Goosebumps rise on my skin

As the air begins to change.

I sense someone near,

A powerful force.


A scent of red wine and sage.

Her hair a shade of lavender.

Crystal jewelry all over her body

Glimmers as she glides across the room.


She speaks with grace, a casual tone

As if everyone’s a familiar.

Her aura is brilliant and bright,

Like a full moon in the sky on a clear night.


Who is she?

Where’d she come from?

I’ve never seen her here before.

She must be from out of town.


I’m flustered, but calm.

What a sight to see.

In the presence of a mystery.

She’s a poem in the flesh.


When words can only

Take you so far

And the reader’s left wondering,

‘What’s next?’.


I look away for a moment

As I order another drink.

In need of liquid courage

To try and get her name.


But as I turn around,

Again I feel a change.

I realize the moment has passed

And my head is now adrift.


She’s gone, just like that.

How did I miss her leaving?

Disappeared in an instant

As if she were a ghost.


I think about her to this day.

She’s a lovely memory.

Occasionally still feel her presence

As if she’s never left me.

The Hurricane

She’s known as a hurricane.

Words like whipping winds.

Footsteps like crashing thunder.

Her aura, blinding lightening.

Only seeking

The destruction

Of all that’s in her path.



Keep your distance.

Take cover.

She’s a ruthless storm.



But these days,

She’s a sun shower.

Light is peeking

Through her clouds;

Picking up flower petals

In her cool breeze

On a scolding day in summer.



She’s gentle,

Though the rain still pours.

On Rain

Glorious on a gloomy day,
As rain drops fall
Hitting the window.

Something about
The dense gray sky
And puddles forming
On the concrete.

A light mist
Turning into a drizzle.
Bubbles on puddles,
Resembling soda fizzles.

Gazing at
The soggy ground,
The sky begins
To speak.

A deep
But soft growl,
The storm is not
At its peak.

A gentle rain,
A gloomy day,
Some candles,
And a blanket.

A picturesque
Scenario
With a soothing
Sense of warmth.

The chilly fall weather
In late September
Is always unpredictable.

Cozied up
In the dark.
A flash
And then a boom.

The drizzle,
Now a down pour
Hits harder
On the glass.

A sense of peace –
Nothing to do,
But to enjoy
The show.

My favorite type of day
You might say.
A beautiful day
For rain.