"The last wish is yours"

Manic imbalances.
Sea swept.
Open hands.
I'm drawing my circle. I'm drawing it in white.
With closeness: I only bring in light.
Casting spells with shells,
quietly from the tops of mountains.
Through these hilly paths, I met you.
Tree tops:
The song they carry, the song we sing.
With an echoing drum.
Pulses race. What's done can not be undone.
Forward fall.
Blowing wishes from frozen flowers.
Holding feathers to the wind.
Hush now, baby, we'll sleep until spring.
Utilize the half moon.
Follow my light, I'll carry your love, dear.
Because I never lose sight.

S.M.

Armed

I am all.
I can have everything I want because everything is inside me.
I will my own way into realities.
I own everything I am.
No one can penetrate through the cool lights I emit, I surround myself and those I love.
I draw energy into myself to filter through as protection.
Protect.
Mother may I, blessed by moon and sea.
Carry through into me.
If tried by any, shell shock.
I'm armed to teeth, been doing this for centuries.
It is.

Take Heed

You've over stepped your boundaries, baby doll.
The bond that broke,
will not and can not be mended.
What is done, is done.
What is done, has ended.
Bite the hands that feed,
not this time, Warning: take heed.
Spells that banish,
memories that vanish.
All you are is not what you were,
and we are not living this way.
You've disturbed my safety,
for that it's safe to say,
Your time is up.
Cast soon,
By the time we reach the full moon.
Embrace, White light,
Soft snow, Outta sight.
Little birds will take flight.

S.M.

What the world really needs right now is Love and Light and positive reinforcement that we ARE in this together.
No matter your beliefs, no matter your religions, your heritages, what we've been taught.
What we need to do is FEEL.
People forget how to do this as they age, and then as they keep aging, they remember how again- if they are lucky enough.
We close doors to open them, later, and we open doors that we need to teach ourselves to close.
Right now we need to pry the door open to Peace.
To the feeling that can radiate from each of us, Hope.
We are all fighting this battle, and it is exhausting.
Keep your hands open, do not make a fist unless it is to symbolize solidarity with one another.
Life is what we make it, but our making does and will affect those around us.
Spread Love.
Seek Peace.
Please.

S.M.

If I knew

If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't be able to tell you it's going to be alright.
But it is; You're gonna make it.
You're stronger than you know right now.
I know you're capable because I was too.
I know that you are smart enough to know that this struggle is worth it because I watch you turn your tragedies into art.
I do these things as well.
I'm susceptible of wearing my heart on my sleeve so that when it snags,
it bleeds, there are trails all over to where I've been.
Each path is meticulously groomed into something more beautiful than it was before I decide to leave.

That is where I've gained strength in my multi-faceted auras.
I watch you grow here too, learning to emit your light.
I see you collapsing into thoughts then you gracefully let them transform into words,
you can't speak them because once your small lips part the words trail up like smoke and you can only communicate with eyes that have seen more lives than the ones we currently lead.
If I knew then what I know now, I'd still decide to take the same path.
Not because I do know now, but because it's given me the clarity I was seeking.
It's softened me, it's opened my hands.
It's given me a voice without speaking.
It's closed my eyes to make me truly see.

If I knew then... what I know now. I couldn't tell you to hold on.
I can't tell you how, or why, or when it'll come.
I can just remind you that it will get better.
You'll move beyond this and transcend beautifully.
Because that is what our kind do. Turn this into art.
Pour glitter from your fingertips and let metaphors leap from your lips.

S.M.
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