Love…

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Love

is one of those things

that is hard to find

words to express

what is felt so deeply

It remains a wordless

expression only felt

with the heart

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When I was young

Love this, Michelle Marie…

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When I was young I would sit on the swing-set starring at the sky. I noticed how time would fly and my thoughts would land like bumble bees kissing a flower, never staying on one subject too long. I guess that was when I learned that my soul and spirit could float and my imagination could imagine, ever though my feet were firmly planted in my present moment. I remember this day because I remember thinking when I am older I want to remember this day…How the clouds are making shapes like horses and cows and the wind was blowing them around, and for the span of 2 hours I was lost in my thoughts. I smile as I write this in my journal because it is something I didn’t want to forget about myself—even though my feet are firmly planted in the present moment, my soul, spirit and mind…

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To my broken tribe…Lost in sadness

I love your empathy, the gentleness and the strength of your words.
“To my broken tribe of sweet sad hearts, I offer my hand and this space to you. I’m here, you know how to find me.”

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Broken Tribe art by MichelleMarie“Why am I so sad,” she asked?
This is to my broken tribe of loved ones, those I hold dear, those I sit with as they cry~with no answers but to offer a word of comfort. What do you say to the broken one who comes from years of emotional abuse? What do you say to the one who has been suddenly left without a trace of love? What do you say to her when her beloved dies, leaving them to pick up the pieces? How do you help someone that is lost in sadness? Lost in the past and the memories and thoughts that play over and over in her mind, tormenting her soul? I’m not sure if there is anything I can say to make it better. All I know to do is tarry with you as you find your way back to wholeness. Someone did this for…

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She lent me her wings

Thank you MM…I love this so much.

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Over here please follow
You see the tree of hush
Is where the fairy wings grow
Please try them you simply must

Oh no, I said to her
I simply cannot fly
I know you won’t believe me
So let’s not even try

She wasn’t having any
Of my words to stop her there
She plucked from the hush tree
This beautiful blue pair

I can’t fly I said, I just can’t
I’ve tried so very long
I began to realize, and I think
I don’t belong

With a little twinkle of her eyes
I arose up in the air
Now you’re flying she laughed gleefully
Remember don’t look down
When you see the hush tree
Do not make a sound because

Fairy wings grow there

For my sweet Pink friend Jeanne Marie.

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We all have layers

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We all have layers
I’m afraid that
mine are showing
Only a matter of time
Then you will be knowing
The things I try to hide
That scream at me inside
I promised I would muffle
and I even tried to shuffle
But nothing could chase
the voice that spoke inside
Close down
Go away
Just shut up
Stop speaking
there’s no use in even pleading
for reprieve or grace
cause girl, you’ve lost your place
Just shut up and be quiet
Lay down and take it quietly
No one will notice twice maybe
Baby, please don’t fade
Remember you are made from
Love, Peace, and smiles
Leaving traces in the hearts
of those who love you!
We all have layers

P.S. For someone who is struggling. I hear you, even when you aren’t speaking.

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Friends are Angels that lift us to our feet when Our wings have trouble remembering How to Fly

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Jeanne Marie/MichelleMarie

Friends are
Angels that lift us
to our feet when
Our wings have trouble
remembering
How to Fly

photo by Jeanne Marie/Art by MichelleMarie

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