one foot in, one foot outhand on the handleafraid to let go and goafraider to glance behind and stay frozen in time’s momentbut this too must passclose my eyes, breathe inone lungful of courage is all it takes push the handle, pullit open, let the unknownbreak my desolation, andcross the threshold into adventures anew
Page 132 That what came first, must be honoured by what came after I prod my maternal grandmother’s photograph up against a pillow on my bed (she was so pretty!), and kneel before it. The idea is to bow before her, to honour her, to acknowledge her and her role in my life and my … More Personal | Growing Little
finding my placeas part of the treeof life within we grow do I shake my leaves?do I keep the thorns?do I grow blossoms? guarded by loveguided by life, butall choices are mine
“Here’s what you want to focus on…” My friend draws a circle within a larger circle, adding dashes to the outside, making his instructions resemble somewhat of a sun. As he tries his best to teach me, The Unknowing One, the basics of shooting, I simply aim and pull the trigger gently. BANG! “That’s a … More Personal | Oh, Shoot!
life’s current somewhere in a forestpainted green by leaves of treesa river flows its prolonged pathits origin a gathering of dropletstheir pace quiet and at easetrickling dribble turns to watera rush sets in and away it floats faster, faster, through the forestits power grows and ease is goneunstoppable until it reaches the enda fallen tree … More Poem | life’s current
I know my last post was more than a while ago and even if I had the best of intentions to come back, I simply couldn’t. The dark colours of my blog and the once-started-as-a-funny-take-on-my-bloopering-through-life-Loser-Theme were eating at me whenever I tried to turn my feet around and make an online comeback. What also didn’t … More Little Miss Sunshine | Personal Update
More and more people gather in the distance as I tighten my grasp by digging my fingers even deeper into the dirt. I’m on the edge of a cliff, well, actually I’m over the edge as I am dangling dangerously above an abyss that seems limitless – all I can make out as I nervously … More Bi-Weekly-Something Loss | The Purple Parachute
outstandingall I ever wanted to befrom the same makebut to a different degree I can’t accept myselfas one of the othersbecause I am my own daffodilstrying to become roses redthe same soil their basetheir growth differing as yet I can’t accept myselfas a rose or a daffodilbecause I am a poppy Elle Vampa – Outstanding … More Sleeploss Becomes Her
Prayer For The Unaccepted I accept you as my fatherthe one and only onewith all your flaws and misconceptionsI welcome you to bemine I accept you as my motherthe one and only onewith your mistakes and dark deceptionsI welcome you to bemine I accept you as my sistersthe ones and only oneswith words like daggers … More Poem | Prayer For The Unaccepted
time lostis time wonfor time travelsaround likethe sun nothing lostnothing gainedthat is the waynature worksits magic growing olderis growing wiseradding rings toyour inner treeof life time wonis time lost but what is lostwill find its wayback to youin time Elle Vampa It’s that time of year again: the cold outside is crispy, the trees are … More Bi-Weekly Loss | Loser Of Time
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