tricky being a writer… with a strong need to connect and communicate…
once trusting the ‘flow’
as an ‘intuitive’, ‘seer’… it’s been my way through life
I’ve shared publicly for many years…
I’ve felt paralysed to move… each step
caution ~ mines might explode
someone bound to confuse your words
maybe always has… but now
the switch is jumpy… touch tender
I’ve felt stuck… somewhere outside myself
looking at the rules… where do I fit
do I fit anywhere
many loud voices… noise is deafening
I cringe closer to myself
make myself smaller, smaller
till I disappear
I learned to hide…
long time ago
resonant waves… familiar songs
buried but active
brought back to life
this life of mine…
and those that run through my blood
familiar sounds
familiar ways surround me
more that ever… I need
a level of trust and connection
I’ve never known before
There’s a spark of ‘go’… move forward
I’m relishing it
a loosening of the reins
time to get on with it… take the next steps
dark clouds on the horizon
confused and disguised by blue sunny skies
need to find my place… my sacred spot
gears are getting ready
no more waiting
clock is ticking
Your Life… my life
ours to cherish
What a fucked up world… we’ve made.
Visioning a brighter future.
🧖♀️🌚🧖♀️
Marilyn’s Magick🌺 