Growth · lesbian blog · living · spiritual · Uncategorized


A gentle breeze touches her skin,

a warm sun blankets the chill,

she feels a growth within,

like a garden being filled,

even in the day, she longs for the stars,

the stillness of the darkness,

the moon to heal the open scars,

paint them over like an artist,

the poison pulled from her mind,

the shadows whisper promise,

the silver chord she lets unwind,

it takes her to her bliss,

for in the heavens a quiet solace,

as she drifts among the clouds, the rain,

her flight is to a love that’s lawless,

to break the hold of pain,

sometimes the gravity is just too much,

the story old and worn,

she pulls away from its clutch,

she is no longer torn…

l8to life she is reborn


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