Poetry

Would You Believe Me if I Told You How Beautiful You Are

If I look into your eyes
you might see the truth
the truth about who I am
about where I've been
what I've created
If I look into your eyes
you would see a woman
tired, beaten by life
holding on 
for what, she's not sure
If I look into your eyes
tears would erupt
the tears of pain and grief
of lost opportunities
of failed attempts
If I look into your eyes
and still saw love
the tears would flow
in unending rivers
washing the debris away
If I look into your eyes

Poetry
Wild Heart

Love

Loving couple

Love is gentle and kind
nurturing and supportive
Love is boundaries
and discipline
and loving expectations
Love is forgiving
Love is being willing
to know the story 
underneath the story
Love is understanding
Love is partnership
and limits and compromise
Love is its own force
sometimes carrying us to places
we never knew existed
Love is complicated
Love is a choice and a commitment
Love, lasting love, changes you
burns away selfishness

Poetry
Wild Heart
Wisdom

Parallel Lives

If I chose a different life
a parallel life
where would I be now 
Would it really be different
I feel ready for a breakthrough
Or is it a breakdown
Insanity swirling at the edges
or those other lives 
begging for attention
No matter
What is here is here
It's easy to think
ah, a life
where pain and grief and rage
don't exist
where I don't feel
this gnawing angst
in my belly
But does a life of peace
really exist
doesn't seem to be my deal
so instead

Poetry
Wisdom
Wild Heart

I thought I was ready

I thought I was ready to let it go,
but not quite yet.
His artwork from one of the
mental facilities he visited.
First, it was the mask.
I thought to throw it away—
I think it’s in a box somewhere.
The leafy green drawing,
not sure what it is.
I cut out the white parts
and used it to decorate my board.
His Starry Night—
imitation of Vincent van Gogh.
It’s not perfect,
but he caught the essence.
That was his gift—
catching the essence of the moment.

Poetry

Snowy Surprise

Sitting here
watching the snow melt
one little drop at a time--
there's something magical
about an unexpected snow
the kind that greets you
when you open the blinds
early in the morning
rendering the world silent
winking its magic
straight into the heart
on this Valentine's Day.

Blessings,
Victoria

Poetry

Winter's Call

Hawk in Winter

Surrender
to the silence
the urge to rest
quiet the mind
release the tension
simply be
allow the cool waters
to flush you clean
warm your bones
by the fire
let the winter winds
blow away your struggles
sink your mind
deep into the earth
breathe into it
sending tendrils
of rootedness
deep, deep, deep
into Mother Earth
ground into this moment
rest now beloved one
allow the inner workings
of your mind to settle
it's winter
time to rest

Poetry
Seasons

A Steaming Cauldron

stirring within
memories poked
and rising
ideas I hadn't
considered in years
floating around
loosening bits of the past
wishing, home, love
what do they mean
I feel a new constellation
being born within
will there be a star
that shines over the others
what configuration
will the whole thing take
this feeling of brewing
and stewing
leaves me agitated
and sharp with others
I find I need to curb
my tongue
or it might just bite
what is the flavor

Poetry

Pain, Joy, Living

Rainy day

Deep in my joints
aching with use
waking with sharpness
tingling in fingers
cramping in the belly
constant or wavering
physical pain
is my companion.
Tears in my heart
old and new
weighing me down
stealing my aliveness
being my home.
Some days the joy
life or love
come bubbling up
and pain subsides
the blue of the sky
the warmth of the sun
bringing forth
the life within.
But today
the weight of the rain
falls heavily on my soul

Poetry
Wisdom

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