Smol in stature but immeasurable in heart,
her kindness an imprint from her soul’s beacon.
Though she struggles with her own mind,
as I have too. I am a tree planted from the seeds of her empathy.
Her humour is sharper than the tastiest cheddar
and just as cheesy at times. Yet I cherish every bite.
She sings smoothly, an angel’s song
transmuted through finite human ears. A melody I know by heart.
Her name means prayer,
and the universe has answered.
Love is difficult
in a world where lust and indifference reign.
Yet I’ve begun to love myself
and place past pains in eternal slumber.
In all else, the universe has provided.
So how can I doubt it? Perhaps doubt lies within after so long without.
Trauma has melted away
and scars have faded beyond Heimdall’s gaze. Self-love’s kind kaleidoscope is the seed from which my World Tree is rooted.
Today I’ve opted to use the
Local Gems Poetry Press prompt.
I’m in somewhat of a fractured yet healing place right now. I’ve no idea where this journey is taking me. I just know I’ve become much more sensitive lately, and that I’m finding no humour in mockery, derision or malice. A knife edge between sanity and salvation.
For many years I’ve been guarded,
a mound around my heart
commemorating lost hope.
Yet as I work on showing kindness to myself,
this vault contains a trust
where I may also place the kindness of others.