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Mj’s Poems

unforgotten

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when you feel
the world has forgotten you
let me hold you
let me comfort you

when you feel
like an outsider within
when shadows gather
and threaten to overtake you
i am here
you are not alone

when life seems to be passing you by
when you feel yourself
disappearing

let me breathe light into you
let me remind you
that you matter
that you have always mattered

you have my heart
my mind
my spirit and soul

a soul-to-soul connection
unbroken by time
untouched by distance

may you know this
now
and for all the days to come

i am here
i am with you
always

at the threshold

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i’ll meet you at your edge
if you meet me at mine

a steep climb up The Tower
are you curious what we’ll find?

you’ll look at me
i’ll look through you
past all that you conceal

to touch that sacred part of you
that longs to be revealed

here we stand at the threshold
will you dare to take the leap?

the quiet truth, a breath away
take my hand and set it free

when something inside needs somewhere to go…


of the sea

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thinking of you
those lazy summer afternoons
violet sunsets and thrills in june

the fire behind your eyes
like a golden ember
simmering beneath my skin
it’s the ache I’ll remember

a rhythm in time
how boundless were we
your heart bound to mine
like restless tides of the sea

a simple little poem about love that didn’t quite work out

my shadow

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i woke up to my shadow
feeling green and ill at ease

i had hoped he’d stay in bed
and leave me alone in peace

instead my shadow watches as i bleed
truths and secrets i wish not to see

i shall not fight the dark he brings

he knows every curve of my body
like a pair of faded blue jeans

for my shadow will leave
when he tires of the light

and i shall fear no more
embracing the night

to lay down my armor

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to lay down my armor would mean
letting you in,
and letting you in would mean
allowing the vulnerability i’ve fiercely guarded
until now
to surface
to breathe
to leave myself wide open to feel

but i don’t want to feel, i argue with myself
it’s safer to let the vulnerability lie in the shadows
where my heart cannot be pierced,
the fear of being disappointed assuaged

yet my heart yearns for light,
to break free from the chains that bind it
the heaviness bearing down
until breathing feels like resistance

what is this feeling that brings such unrest?
perhaps i know underneath it all
but remain too fearful to examine it

the door is opening, light spilling in uninvited
as if beckoning me to take a chance
will life conspire in my favor
or will my heart break again?

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a whisper away

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my mother used to tell me
not to wish time away

when I was a young girl,

and yet, I find myself wishing
for the next time
that you are near.

I steal long glances,
gazing upon your sunkissed face
when you look away,
tracing the lines ’round your eyes
with mine.

the cadence of your voice is
etched to memory.

I count the days since our last encounter
like a metronome
beating time till our next.

and everything I dare not say aloud
lies hidden in this hollow heart,
a whisper away from hope.

This poem belongs in the realm of imagination. Mine appears very committed to a good story, and I may be a bit of a hopeless romantic.

the space between

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in the space between
i chase possibility
dreams and desires
coursing through me
restless for expression

i leave the past behind
a mysterious spark
ignites curiosity
fueled by the beating
of my heart

i will flow with the chase
make it mine
surrender to Divine Timing
for i am Time and Time is me
and nothing is impossible

The End Where We Start by The Black Queen felt so aligned with this writing.

Deep to Deep

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I kept forgetting your name
and each time, you patiently reminded me
in that quiet, gentle manner of yours,
your smile held the softness of
someone who’d seen it all.

There was more to you, to your story,
a depth that echoed pain
and made me curious,
pulled at me.

The sadness in your eyes
mirrored my own, deep to deep,
like hunger burning to be witnessed.

And the guarded parts of me opened;
I wanted to ease that ache,
and in easing your ache,
mine was also honored.

May my affection find you
when you most need it,
around and around and back home again,
to a place where you feel most loved.

—A Sunday morning poem about someone who became very dear to me ☕🌿 Mj

tiny ache

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What is this tiny ache
that swells
behind my heart?
A worry, sorrow, dismay?
Please let it soon depart!

How restless are my days,
wondering what is yet to come.
Roads closing into silence,
every step undone.

Where is this life of ease
that others swear exists?
It flickers like illusion,
always just out of reach.

If I could trust myself enough
to quiet all my fears,
perhaps this ache inside my chest
would finally disappear.

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the raven

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my dear friend, the raven,
has a certain kind of MAGICK
dressed in black from head to tail,
has a flair for the dramatic
such a sooty bird is he,
flying fast on graceful wingbeats
watch him dive across the sky
an aerial acrobat and artful spy
fills the blue with an echoing croak
he’s a brilliant trickster under cloak
see him vividly in my dreams,
casting charms as i sleep
bringing change and ancient wisdom
reminds me of all i am to become

a little creek

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there’s a mossy little creek

where i like to sit and think

a shallow slope to mull and dream,

where glossy water babbles midstream

i skip barefoot ‘cross the river stones

earth and fire in my bones,

behold the current gently flow,

carrying my dreams safely home

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howl at the moon

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i hear Nature summoning
run wild through the trees,
taste my youth on the tip of my tongue
at home in this body, in this evening breeze

a midnight stroll through the green,
to exorcise the ache
howling fiercely at the moon
like some secret language

shadow of trees and cloak of leaves–
a romance the dark nourishes,
as though turning the pages of this life,

and

the

windy

path

diverges

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