I want to melt your layers of snow
and uncover where your flowers grow
from the wounds and scars you try to conceal
But I hope you know its okay to feel
All those raw emotions too
when you feel you can't get out of bed
in your shades of red and teary blue
Know all you feel is a part of being real
And give yourself some time to heal
m.w
Over there, a mountain side
billowing over a timeless pride
a valley, full of wisps and sighs
each flower an ear
each leaf an eye
.
The sun does not set here
forever, the full moon bright and sheer
will expel the living of their fear
the light-filled twins
share a darkened sky
.
I sat down amongst it all
my mind swaying, a graceful fall
settled within this imagined world
my head a blur
my heart a whirl
Jules Laforgue, tr. by William Jay Smith, from “Complaint on Oblivion of the Dead,”
It’s quite nice to spend a while dancing through time
suspended in its ticking hours and days
forever a breath away from endless moments
I was diagnosed with dyspraxia. A lot of people know it as the “clumsy disorder” but it’s a lot more and I think it has a lot to do with my speech.
It’s more then just the “clumsy disorder”. I’m more then clumsy. I have weak core muscles, I’m weak, I’m uncoordinated, I’m constantly running into things, I can’t grip a fork right, I spill food and get it all over myself
Yes, I’m clumsy, I drop things, spill things, etc. But it’s more then that. It affects me greatly and I think when people mark it just as “being clumsy” they are undermining a disorder that affects people greatly.
With my speech, I talk in a monotone, which is easier for me. I talk in simplified language and don’t use big words. I slur and stutter my words aswell,
I just realized this when I was talking about dyspraxia and I thought it’d be important to discuss.
There is nothing more hopeful than the delicate touch of rain amongst a thunderstorm of clouds.
Fallen angels are only humans in disguise, reincarnated to follow a new purpose - heal others in order to heal yourself.
let me stay,
dancing like fae among flowers
lost to the breeze
and summer sun-showers
Aleksey Tolstoy, from “It chanced”; A Book of Russian Verse (ed. by Cecil Bowra)
everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you
“Accept how you feel but don’t let feelings rule you. You are in control. You are not their slave.”
— Unknown
Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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