The shining ones are revealing themselves daily. So excited to hear similar voices, read similar thoughts and know the sky is FULL of similar empathic stars.
It was the night of a final full moon-the decade had been so long,
She’d had enough, done calling all bluffs, time to sing her old new song
So she stepped outside
And lit fire
To all the pages
All the phases
All the stages
All the faces
That didn’t serve her, and didn’t deserve her
Dropping them into to a jar made of glass
She watched as the waterturned from clarity to ash
Something within her broke.
Held up her arms in the darkness and the smoke—
Yelled, “Moon-do your Work!
Can’t take another minute of sitting with this hurt.”
Closed her eyes, closed the door, closed the blinds
Turned on reality, turned off the lies
Sometimes the words come, without having to try
Then there she was, 15 year old me
Little blonde head, fairy wings, and big dreams
She said, “Stacy, you’re still me, and now…
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