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162 · Jun 2018
Side effects
Melissa Rose Jun 2018
Her life fragmented
like shattered glass
too intricate to piece together
and I gaze in disbelief
at the reflection
the depth of every
unattended rotting wound
she has abandoned
and I writhe in anger
at sorrow’s failed attempts
to escape the tortures
of imprisonment
rendered by every false hope
she has given birth to
6/21/18 #trauma #healingoldwounds
160 · Sep 2017
Through the trees
Melissa Rose Sep 2017
An Autumn breeze
Leaves resting at my feet
I oblige
These gifts
So graciously enchanting
Call to me

I wander unconsciously
With brazen disregard
Unapologetic
Crushing beneath me
I leave them for dead
Blindly being

Involuntary steps
I hold the cosmic GPS
Down this path
Already chosen
Awakening the slumber
The memories gently unfolding

I sit naked
Starkly white
Wide eyes staring
Intently through the trees
I am vulnerable
Yet wildly free

I remember
and joyfully surrender
To the beauty,
love and grace
To the home that never left me
We lovingly embrace
9/29/17
158 · Jun 2018
Doors to daydreams
Melissa Rose Jun 2018
Wide eyed and open mouthed
by river’s edge by broken boughs
swiftly sifting through grains so fine
unearthing gifts meant to find

Over rocky paths
beyond treacherous heights
with fear inside
I take flight

A deep dive
to open seas below
trusting the water
I let imagination flow

Doors to daydreams
open wide
a journey begins
I embrace the ride

A step back into the present
that I open with delight
I find myself smiling
as my soul ignites

Chaos’ chatter is low
while epiphany chants
“I see you, I see you
my long-lost friend!”

Greetings shake hands
as my heart starts to swell
the girl in the mirror
knows me so well

The shedding of layers
resurrecting my pain
a sudden death to identity
apart from my name

Waves of wisdom
wash over my eyes
as the girl in the mirror
reflects who I am inside

I undress their critique
and every ******* lie
their confinement never fit me
no longer will I comply

I clothe my self in ****
despite judgmental eyes
and frolic with freedom
under pure blue skies

Adorned in my new knowing
I give thanks for all I see
and while grief healed the Mother Wound
she unearthed the gift of Me
6/16/18
158 · Feb 2017
Oblivious (10w)
Melissa Rose Feb 2017
Truth*
bestowed
upon
us
does
not
always
set
us
*free
2/9/17
153 · Jan 2019
Secondary characters
Melissa Rose Jan 2019
I am a secondary character
in your story of Life
you only give me purpose
through what you decide

You define what I am
by how you perceive
but the truth is
you don’t know me

Knowledge gives reasons
for what you believe
even though it’s all lies
you continue to agree

It’s not fair to judge
by what you think you see
logic disconnects our nature
reducing us to domestic debris

Yes I am a secondary character
living my own dream
but I know purpose through feeling
so you can never define me

You are a secondary character
in someone else’s dream
so don’t be defined by their judgments
and you will set yourself free
1/8/19 inspired by the Toltec wisdom book, The Voice of Knowledge
152 · Jul 2019
Gypsy
Melissa Rose Jul 2019
She induces sweet slumbering
turns vintage vibrant
and boils a tepid rain
eyes the colour of wind chimes
her breathe hot across my skin
whispers in delicious undertones
my name
we wander drunkenly
My heart composing a symphony
her smile my muse
she is an ocean of mystery
and I bathe within her hues
two souls intertwined
there is no distance
between us
as we exist beyond time
until daylight devours
what was never ever ours
another morning rouses me
at love’s end
she remains untouchable
and so it is as it was
before it began
7/5/19
152 · Apr 2020
True nature
Melissa Rose Apr 2020
Outside my window
darkness pervades naked branches
as dusk settles beneath the horizon

A pale blue sky lingers in quiet contemplation
while the last glimmers of daylight
ripple through puddles
soaking the outskirts of shadows

Today takes its final breath
and it's here I find solace
weeping inside its death

But ephemeral thoughts
quickly lose their shape
swallowed by the stillness of night

My body mind lets go
I become driftwood guided by soul
embarking on an odyssey
I come to rest outside of space, beyond time

Now rooted
I am the ground
the unwavering abyss
The Source of all that is
4/16/20
144 · Apr 2018
The key
Melissa Rose Apr 2018
She sits inside the prison
arms outstretched to me
I don’t have the heart to tell her
I still haven’t found the key

She sees me as her savoir
spending years trying to set her free
She continues to live on false hope
with no one to blame but me

I trusted all the wrong people
but how was I to know
Her family just wouldn’t support her
and I just couldn’t let that go

Accusing her of hateful crimes
She was completely misunderstood
I tried so hard to convince them
but they just wouldn’t see her good

And so it occurred to me
I’ve been doing things all wrong
Trying to prove her innocence
to those who refuse to let her belong

I head back to the prison
and slowly take her hands
I have to tell the truth
and pray she understands

I look deeply into her eyes
feeling every ounce of shame
I just can’t free her
but she says I’m not to blame

She wipes away my tears
whispering stop searching for that key
You exposed the truth of our false hope
and that’s enough to set me free
03/31/18
143 · Nov 2017
The outer edge of in
Melissa Rose Nov 2017
Thoughts rush in
consuming at will
like breaking waves
gorging the current swill

Miles of redundancy
another storm settles in
as thunder strikes a blackened sky
familiarity floods begin

The wake of this fury
leaves no stone unturned
but hope drowns its sorrows
as the bridges burn

Chaos persists
with no end in sight
fear drowns all courage
with despair it’s plight

The eye of the storm
now center stage
reflects calmer waters
within a sea of rage

A deeper dive
redefines a battered shore
as lost meets found
I am within the cure
11/13/17 - Finding more of myself

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