Revivification of Self

Waves pounding
blue hues thrown to air
sparkling diamonds
sun pouring through
as I dance withing crested waters.
Freedom.
Giving self permission to love.
Giving self permission to fail.
Giving self permission to grow.
Giving self love.
Watch from the sand
reveling in passion
rejuvenation of woman
expression through desire
through touch
fall down
my cold thigh
yours hot from the sun
watch goose bumps pop
as my flesh warms.
Content
laying
sun basking flesh
drowsy
smile adorns my face.
Learn to embrace the unpredictable.
Learn to embrace the world around.
Realized I can only be responsible
for me
my thoughts
my actions.
That it is impossible to know the mind of another.
Your fingers catch mine
drawn to lips
soft kiss
smile wreaths my face
jumping up
pulling you to your feet
dash into the waves.
We have the whole beach…..
to ourselves…..
wicked glee flares
as in we dive.
©June 25/20
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Yes Honey

Fear.
You gave me that.
Loathing.
You gave me that too.
Hatred.
Mistrust.
Self-destruct button.
All of these I attribute to you.
Cooing soft words
sucked me in
serpent’s tongue
flicks so good
insidious abuse below the surface.
First it was how I looked.
What to show.
What not to.
Until I was afraid to leave the house.
Next you shore me of friends.
So subtle I did not realize how alone
until I needed someone to help.
Warned I had been
no good you would be
destruction of self
murder of worth
well honey you sure the fuck did.
I struggled
finally gained strength to leave
when upon bended knee
crocodile tears did flow
begging me to stay
that you loved me true
please baby don’t go
your eyes awash.
Barbs to my soul
I gave up my life for you…..
my life…..
When I gouge the barbs free
transformation can begin…..
Wait…..
oh hell no…..
rip barbs free
no longer allowed to cling
to continue to harm
self destruction will stop now!
You have been my jailor
imprisoned within memories of your making.
I am beautiful.
I am a warrior.
I believe this truth.
I know this to be true.
Bleed from a thousand spots
barbed no more
shred time beneath my heels
square my shoulders
looking forward…..
to happiness
to life
to love
to all I deserve.
©June 25/20
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***This poem was written for one of my soul sisters. Ya know those sisters who you meet and you just know you are family. She needs to be reminded that she is a kick ass Warrior Queen. Love you. ***