She is Maya.

She has a smile that shines brighter than a million stars. Her eyes twinkle with a hope not yet discovered. She has spunk and a determination that will lead her forward, jumping over obstacles as if they were pebbles. She has a grace about her, a concern for others that they are more in need than she. Her laugh makes your heart sing when you think it has no voice. Her hugs and kisses express a love more than what you know love to be. Her body is strong, but not as strong as her presence. Her mind comprehends before she has the language to speak it. Her spirit is larger than my universe. And although she is only two, she is my idol. She is Maya.

Making My Way Through

When I fell, I plunged beneath the earth. My body didn’t break, it crumbled. My soul didn’t bruise, it shattered. I lay fractured beneath the world for many years, listening to the hum of people walking over me, never knowing I was there. Too scared to get out, my thoughts, like worms fed on my self-worth, pushing me deeper to the core. But, there came a day that I reached out, and I found a broken piece of me lying not too far away. I reached out again and found another piece and put them together. They fit. I kept searching and assembling, and bit by bit, I was becoming whole. And I thought, if I can rebuild me then I can emerge from this abyss that has trapped me. And so I did. I clawed through the mud, stomping on those worms as I fought against the rush of sludge trying to hold me in. I was stronger than I thought. I emerged covered in smudges and stains, but I had risen. I had made my way through.

The Dancer

As she stands at the mirror with her feet in a “v” and her delicate hands placed gently on the bar, her reflection is of a child. No longer my baby that I cradled in my arms, and sang to sleep. She’s my beautiful girl, growing up, expressing her tiny world through dance and song. She dances with such poise and grace, confidence and creativity, revealing her emotions through her movements. She dances as if she is an old soul, telling me all the stories of her life. Her spirit emanates from her and captures me, just as it did when I first held her in my arms. And like that day, five years ago, I am ever so grateful to be honored with her presence.

The Sun Woke Up To Me

I walk through the cool, invigorating air of darkness
The sun still in slumber
The breeze encircling my skin
Enveloping my body, throwing my hair to the wind
Wild and free my spirit dances
My soul replenished and enlightened, intensifies
Growing more brilliant with each passing second
Today, the sun woke up to me.

Silence I Crave

Trapped in my psyche
Clawing to be free
Stuck, spiraling between the membranes
The devil locks the door and throws away the key
Begging for a moment of silence
Sneaking in a torturous memory
It’s the silence I crave
But I am its enemy

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Amber colored eyes draw me in
Trapping me with feathered lashes
Lips so full
Neck so ripe
Hands moving feverishly over my writhing body
Punishing me with pleasure
Pleasuring me with pain
Touching me with a soul only he could reach me with
I am given
I am taken
Freely, lovingly, unconditionally
By the one whose eyes know mine

I Am

If I say I am, will I be?
Or will I be what I am not?
I am not witty
I am not ambitious
I am not dazzling
I am not delicious
I am not sassy
I am not wise
I am not quirky
I am not a prize
Or am I all that I say I’m not?