starseeds (a duet): part i

she sat curled ball tight
fright of her light
and her shadow
all consuming
waits for light to fade
affliction made
her wants, desire
pulled towards the
desire can wait another day
no need to rush
this place protects
her, she stays
yet her eyes are called
to gaze beyond
the nearest stars
farther, farther
her fears chain her
to the pea-sized
existence which she
is so afraid to
gravity holds her down
too great the pull
her soul weeps
for the truth to
deciding finally to break free
from this, her shell
self-imposed hell,
left, now found
the life inside growing
a seed that sprouts
a new beginning
her mind now
her brave new world,
filled with color and
wonder, yet she
still felt so all
a flash vision,
spiked her senses
she felt his touch
like being
this is part i in the starseeds series, a collaboration between Ax at Perso~in~Poesia and tiffanybeingfree. Check out Ax’s amazing work. He is a true artist, regardless of what he tries to tell you!
__/|\__ Metta
Image: ESA/Hubble “A Rose Made of Galaxies”

Published by Tiffany

Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C.

32 thoughts on “starseeds (a duet): part i

      1. Indeed, I am the resident reblogger and commenter as most will attest. I like what I like and infrequently I actually write. I’m still recovering from surgery, so I will be behind the old power curve for a while, but I’ll still be hanging in there as much as I can. One handed typing doesn’t suck, it Blowssssssssssssssss. but better than using my nose, it’s not very long so brings a new meaning to Up, close and very personal.

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