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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

New Book Published! Transitions: A Journey Through Emotions

Hello everyone! I am so grateful for your support over the years. I have now published a collection of my poetry from this site and my writings over the last 9 years. I am very excited to offer this as... Continue Reading →

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I Dare to Be Me

Feeling disconnected, not connected to my bodyNot feeling safe, letting others write the rulesStruggling to be in the present momentRight here, right now Deep breaths. I am safe. I am okay.I am proud of the person I am becomingEach and... Continue Reading →

Choosing My Path

Pen paused, the words were thereThen gone.If I'm a writer, I need to be writing Brain fuzzy, sabotageMemories blind side me Take me down dark rabbit holesWhere am I disappearing now?This is against my will...Or is it?What do these distractions... Continue Reading →

Pep Talk

I want to build a better life for usThe solution is in the goals and routineStructure is the way to successStop overthinking and just doAction overcomes fearAdjust as you goBe more afraid of staying put Because you are rapidlyLosing your... Continue Reading →

My Sweet Friend

Writing Flowing ChannelingOn the floor with my pen and bookNearby Koda shares in the cool of the fanMy sweet brave companionHe teaches me so muchSo full of innocent unconditional love Hi stories bring so much joyHe has won the hearts... Continue Reading →

Never Again, Ever Again

Never again, ever againI've worked too hard for all that I haveRebuilding over and over againBut now I have the non material pieces too He tried to snatch it all awayBut he could not break my kindnessMy tenacity and drive... Continue Reading →

Our New Home

The sun wakes me up and I can hear the wavesCrashing in the distanceFeeling cozy in bed, Koda comes to cuddleBefore we start our day with a walk down to the waterI have the window open and can smell the... Continue Reading →

Compassion

Engine sounds came from aisle 12, like there was an indy race happening in the toy aisle. The walmart associate had been called to see what the commotion was about. As she rounded the corner, she saw a boy sitting... Continue Reading →

On My Own

I want to start over, start freshBut I'll still be me. But the boxes I've been put in hereDon't have to be unpacked thereI can be bold, courageous, independent, saneI can live my life without limitationsFree of the handcuffs that... Continue Reading →

Fault Lines

No one sees me break No one sees me shake No one sees me in the darkness in my head Wondering silently outloud if I'd be better off dead Trapped by my own thoughts Drowned by my own feelings Not... Continue Reading →

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