redemption

the expression of voice:
the voice that's only heard
in the silence;
the gentle sound 
of your own soul, calling,
asking to be received
at least by you
with a loving embrace;
the song of your heart
waiting
wanting to be heard;
the one which dares to ask
what if you no longer had to be
afraid of being afraid;
the one which can surrender
to every loving vibration,
can welcome it in
can say a wholehearted
yes
to being
alive.

New

Black hole eyes

Absorbing all

To create

A new universe within:

One I would

Rip, tear, shred and kill

To preserve.

I feel your scent bodily

As I drink you in with

Kisses, kisses, kisses,

Soothe your vulnerabilities

With gentle caresses.

All is gentle

Now life is love

And fierceness.

Heart's Desire

I was lost, unaware, in betrayal.

Constantly running,

My heart's desire dragging behind -

The guilt so heavy in each breath

I dared not look back

To see its bones bounce with each step.

Instead I carried a polluted womb

Too toxic for life to grow,

That gave birth to dead babies

For years and years.

I could never carry one

Full term

But screamed for death

Half way through.

In she would come,

Faithful Kali

With her icy hands

To destroy the dream

Before it could begin.

Now I've asked her forgiveness

And she held me with such love,

Such tenderness and wisdom

That I saw my wounds

For what they were.

My Voice

I don't know what my voice sounds like.

It is a chameleon

Of inferiority and insecurity,

Blame and mistrust.

It is tiny and squeaky and hurts my throat.

My voice has no breath behind it:

The intention is sucked in,

Not blown out.

My voice is unpredictable:

It scares me.

My voice is fitting in with

You, you and you.

It is strict control, serious,

Blackness and despair;

Grief and years of tears.

My voice is hiding,

Unable to speak.

Frustration and temptation.

A riddle to be solved - or not.

Perhaps it is a mystery!

A wonder of imagination,

Flights of experimentation,

A path of exploration

Asking Who - Am - I?

My voice is real and strong,

Powerful and true,

Deep as my core,

Light as hair.

My voice is an expression

Of who I am right now

Right now and right now,

Changing with me to suit

My mood, not you.

Yes hell can come out of my voice

But so can heaven:

Delight, love and laughter

Are mine for the speaking.

My voice is my passion,

Beliefs, values and trust:

Trust I offer up with each word.

It is song, deliciousness,

The whisperings of intimacy.

It is the roar of honesty

To stand back, get out,

No no NO!

Or a soft invitation:

Welcome.

Yes.

My voice is alive

With new found ways of being;

It is deeply precious.

My voice is who I am:

Changeable.