Muse by Melissa

poetry  //  art  //  inspiration

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I published my first book!  It’s a collection of poems that chronicle a young woman’s journey through heartbreak and self-doubt.  Any and all support is much appreciated :)

https://www.amazon.com/Chrysalis-Poems-Struggle-Reflection-Rebirth/dp/B08PJWJRZ8/ref=sr_1_2?dchild=1&keywords=chrysalis+poetry&qid=1607289736&sr=8-2

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You introduced me to myself. And so I choose to thank you - for the chaos, the confusion, and the crippling self doubt. Every battle with you was a struggle to survive. So I turned inside. And within I found a warrior.

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Lost

Sometimes I feel lost. Most of the time, actually. Not lost like I need a GPS. Lost like I don’t have a clue where I’m going. How do you know which way to travel when you don’t know what you’re looking for?

Tolkien said that not all who wander are lost. And that’s true, I suppose. But some are. You pass us - the lost - every day. Sure, we smile. But take a look into our eyes, if you dare, and see what lies beneath. We are broken dreams. We are souls without a home. We are what’s left of a story gone wrong.

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Stripped

like the Oak in winter.

Numb inside,

too barren her eyes,

a mind on mute,

her voice gone dry.

But outside

the wind wails.

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Slow

calculating

cuts.

Skin will be bled

shades of red

tears of a girl

unable to shed.

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Four homes,

three cities,

two states,

and a day

haunted

by the laughter

and love

we once made.

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Down the street strolling,

popped a few and rolling

hard

so she disregards

fire catching flame

in a psyche so starved.

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Waiting,

lungs full of yesterday's last breath,

for the bridge

that she burned

to come back.

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Buried

under the weight

of a hundred insults,

a thousand bruises,

a million attacks,

the seed she planted

long ago

still lives,

still searching

for the sun.

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Problems Serve a Purpose

Inspiration : Guidance : Personal development : Spiritual growth : Spiritual awakening : Transformational coaching

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Her favorite cafe

on the corner of Nostalgia and New Life

where morning's possibilities are poured in mugs

and dreams of the night are poured in pen.

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How could I find my voice... when even my shouts were silence to you.

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Five years

of tears,

resentment,

anger,

written in verse -

a thousand pages

saged

and burned,

embers

of a story

set free.

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#MeToo

She was the one next door,

the girl with the locker next to yours,

so close

you must have seen

the way her eyes seemed to bleed

a wordless story about the day

she was touched on her leg...

...and now the red runs again,

each track mark

a tattoo

on hushed skin.

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Who is this girl

alone in the mirror,

ravaged by fear,

doubt,

desperate to get out

to shatter

the roof

that holds her down.

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Another new year,

a calendar of days

that stretches for miles,

life's landscapes yet to be paved,

a story

only just begun.

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Our love

once alive

lay buried inside

the space

between

each line.