The road is long, it’s veiled in mist,
the stars are cloaked tonight.
The pins in my feet
spun the needle in my compass,
now I have lost my way.
I walk alone with eyes wide shut,
stumbling over things unseen.
The plains are hills, the hills are plains
and nothing is what it seems.
Into the forest, among the trees
where cities used to be,
the wild women come to show me the way,
mauling grizzlies that eat my dreams.
Now with eyes wide open
I walk with my sisters
stumbling over what used to be me.
© Nicole Lyons 2016
This is beautiful!
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Thank you, wild woman ❤
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole brings a poem of transformation.
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Always an honour to be on your site
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Nicole, you, a wild woman? I can hardly – oh, of course I can – you’re a leader of the tribe.
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LOL, Thank you Bob
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Reblogged this on candy thoughts and commented:
I love this writer, she arrests my soul with her powerful words.
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Thank you so much ❤
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the picture, too ❤
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❤
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