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Yes, I am a passionate creature that lives and dies in fire and water born of the center of my being. I am an unpredictable storm, a capricious sea that caresses as well as devours. I am no tame creature but a wild one that runs barefoot through the forest racing the moon. There is a strength in me unparalleled, a depth that defies the deepest abyss, the light so blinding, a darkness defiling.

e.v.e.

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Like a flash through the forest,

Sheathed in morning’s chorus,

Fox skirts the field, lithe in the fog.

Paws slow and he pauses,

Peers—

Sees me, seeing him—

And rushes to shelter

back under the beech boughs.

I stand, stunned still,

Hawkweed under feet:

I’m stepping on sunsets

And planning this poem.

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I have cried , I have screamed

I have obsessed over things unseen

I have tried to make sense of events

I have tried to let go even when

I have been dying to fix my universe,

To rearrange everything in order,

Sort out the mess, clean up the chaos

But it never worked , nothing changed

Nothing made sense, Nothing could be fixed

It took me thirty years to realize that

I shouldn't, I dont need to

All i ever had to do was

To be kind to little me

And i am sorry for all the hurt

I am sorry for all the mess

But dear little me , I am setting you free

So that we can actually heal

And leave things of the past to be

As they were, as they are

Its not our problem anymore

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What's the point?

In the depths of my soul, I question my role, What's the point of my life, what's my ultimate goal? Am I just chasing dreams, will it be worth it in the end? But for whom do I strive, for whom do I bend?

My love for you runs deep, to the core, But in this suffocating cycle, I feel used and sore. There's nothing left to give, I'm drained and bereft, I refuse to live for a man or men, I'm ready, I've left.

If this is the rest of my life, trapped in this box, I'm ready for the unknown, take me, break the locks. I can't breathe in this confinement, in this suffocating plot, I YEARN for freedom, a new beginning, a different spot.

I crave to be cared for, to be nurtured and seen, Or at least not to bear the burden, to keep my slate clean. What's the point of my life, who am I living for? Constantly putting myself last, craving for more.

Is there more to this journey, to this existence we live? I seek answers, I yearn for more, I want to forgive. I want to escape, to go far, far, far away, I'm ready to break free, to find my own way.

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Inside me are two wolves.

Watch as they run in fear

Stalked by something;

darker, older.

Listen as it growls.

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the whispering silver!

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Holy Priestess, draped in white silk

Your aura matches your skin, golden glowing galaxies.

Mysterious and divine, I wish to feel your warmth

Your nurturing power guides me home to truth

Open your heart to me and I will graciously protect this most vulnerable treasure

You are a Queen of sweet essence.

Once I get a taste, my molecules begin to bounce wildly as my mind tries to comprehends this level of divinity.

// Artwork: Yosuke Ohnishi (airbrush, 1982)

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the moon and the sea reach ever toward each other yet may not embrace

Stephen Brooke ©2024

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Embracing 2.2

A personal, spiritual and artistic manifesto of love, identity, and sexuality.

For Sabrina.

From Fever Dreams; transgender & shamanic poems. Published by Transient Press.

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5NPPPGN

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April 26th

Who are you waiting for?

A knight in gleaming armor,

A singular person coming in from the cold,

Knocking on the door?

No ones coming

You know this, and yet

you still wait

How long will this last?

They say you shouldn't wait for destiny

You should go find it yourself

Is it laziness or depression holding you back?

Is there even a difference?

Will you be stuck in this limbo forever?

Waiting for someone or something that will never come

The ember of life and hope

Dying in your heart at last

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An unceasing ache

Pining eternal

For me this is how it started

Perhaps it's fitting that it would also end

The same

A want that burns a hole through your very soul

Something I didn't understand

The pain of unmet desire

Of a mutual love that's there

but ever so slightly

Less

Just not quite enough

Like eating, but never feeling full

A small pervasive agony

That eats away at you

I see it now

And again

I regret not seeing it sooner

The cost of inaction

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Because loving in spite of slaughter

means loving again.

And I want to love.

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The eyes always seek the sunshine between irregularities even as the skies cry from above It's how we open our eyes each day How we rise from our slumber How we consume to create And create to consume A cycle to fulfill another cycle What an intriguing world this is!

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March 1

this hurts. it isn’t fair to think that i outran the pain to hope that i was smart enough or good enough to flee— it’s never fair to think that, but it still hurts, anyway.

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I want your attention.

Why did you disappear…?

Do I need to manifest you times three?

Do your words adhere?

If you grew bored of me…

I’d understand my dear.

But

I’m just going to let it pass.

Like water I’ll slip from your grasp.

Clumsy hands always drop me

Where they stand.

Now I won’t allow anyone to hold me again.

-SG

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Bleed.

I am but a shadow, lost in the echoes of the abyss,

Where sorrow's symphony plays on repeat,

Each note a reminder of the pain I carry, Heavy like chains around my soul.

I wander through the corridors of my mind, Haunted by memories I cannot escape,

Each step a struggle against the weight of despair, Each breath a battle with the darkness within.

I am drowning in a sea of emotion, The waves crashing over me, Dragging me deeper into the depths,

Where hope feels like a distant dream.

I try to reach out, to grasp onto something, Anything to anchor me in this storm,

But my hands find only emptiness, And I am left to flounder alone.

They say time heals all wounds, But mine seem to fester and bleed,

A constant reminder of the pain I carry, A burden I cannot shake.

I long for the light to pierce the darkness, To guide me out of this torment,

But it feels like a distant flicker, Just out of reach.

So I continue to wander,

Lost,

Hopeless,

Desolate,

Afraid,

Will no one help me? Can they not hear me scream and plead for mercy?

Is the mask I wear too perfect, friendly, and unassuming for anyone to see the blood behind my eyes?

Or have I perfected the art of being unseen? There's no escape and I can't help but hate,

Everything that I am and that I have become. This wasn't the plan and I'm coming undone.

I am but a shadow, lost in the echoes of the abyss,

I am but a shadow, Lost.

I am but a shadow,

I am,

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