I am a leaf unfurling – a caterpillar under the leaf – a silken thread just beginning to turn.
I am a fallen siren – an otherworld raven – a lone wolf howling under a winter moon.
I am a flickering flame – the product of candle snuffers – a waxy taper made of scars and burns.
I am stark winter branches – the shadow of marginalization – a flowing river of fractured dreams.
I am an invisible thread – a threadbare apparition – the faintest shimmer in the foggy gloom.
I am Tierra Madre – the veil between living and dying – a broken goddess seeking the body of rebirth.
I am an unsung melody – a parched cry in the desert – a rainstorm of falling words and unchained verse.
I am a shooting star – a starless night – a set of solitary paw prints in the dirt.
I am a midnight gardener – a rare ghost orchid – a wounded woman welcoming you to my tender patch of earth.
My “about me” is a reflection of my life as a survior of childhood abuse, domestic violence, medical trauma and epic battles with the grim reaper. The words written here sometimes take on different incarnations as my “I Am” process continues to unfold.
Many thanks for being here on this journey with me. May you find some words here that speak to your spirit and resonate with your soul.
Love is all, MW
( Winter Moon or Full Winter Moon, is a Native American name for the winter moon phase, when hungry wolves howled outside the villages throughout the night).