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Gypsy Aurora Musings

where the streetlights become stars and fireflies ignite the night

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poetry

Discovery

You can hold your breath underwater You can dance among the raindrops at night You can let your body go and float down the stream These are all things I’ve been learning from not taking myself so seriously   I... Continue Reading →

Forest Friends

Running through a forest Feeling the wind in my hair I try to run faster And see if I can outrun my own feet When I succeed I fall to the ground Rolling in a fit of giggles I hear... Continue Reading →

Bottle That

I’m feeling… Conflicted and confused, yet self assured and encouraged It’s all in perspective If I’m feeling stressed, every little thing will set me off And I feel like the world is collapsing down around me One domino at a... Continue Reading →

Assertive Boundaries

I draw a line but sometimes it feels like it's in the sand. I try to be strong with my boundaries and limits, But mostly I crumble and collapse under the pressure. My good intentions, integrity and purpose flows down... Continue Reading →

The Drive

Anxiety caught my breath I doubted myself Thought I couldn’t handle it alone But me leaving finally proved to me I can do it even better on my own Town after town, field after field The road stretches before me... Continue Reading →

Life After Trauma

What does this mean to me? I thought I was getting on with my life I thought I had finally found closure Then the doors were swung wide open again Even wider and more startling this time The triggers seem... Continue Reading →

A lone pink petal falls to the ground

A lone pink petal falls to the ground Symbolic of the hurt and pain ending No longer will it have that hold over me The last petal has fallen The end of an era of terror Even from the grave... Continue Reading →

Red Rose

The velvety silky cloak surrounding the heart of it Enveloping it like blood through the body Wrapped up tight, not wanting to expose itself to the world just yet Yet with a shake it’s cloak opens a bit and it... Continue Reading →

How he signed his name…

This is how he signed his name A squiggle with a loop I could never understand why he signed such a mess My mother’s was so neat, proper With a strikethrough to cancel it out So she taught me and... Continue Reading →

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