sit with me for a moment, and press play to listen to my voice.
it started with a whisper of a hope.
let this be the one.
oh please, god,
let me not stumble into the same patterns
that have burned and torn at my heart
my whole life.
a life of loving what i couldn’t have.
a life of sorrow cut from the cloth
of my earliest memories.
buried deep within
so i could survive.
i forgot.
the chains formed
nonetheless
forged in the darkness of
someone else’s lust.
thrust
upon a
young
innocent toddler.
forgotten to survive.
but the cycles repeated.
danger equaled intimacy.
masks upon masks.
seeking always
someone to fill
the raw and jagged pit
that carried
an unquenchable thirst
for love.
within a soul who learned
to flee to safety somewhere else.
always somewhere else.
a mind on a treadmill of anxiety
scanning for danger.
but danger it could never name
or see
or feel
until it could.
that was the beginning
of the unravelling.
brought on by the gentleness
of mother gaia’s own medicine.
the return to innocence
was a perilous journey
through hell and back.
but each demon
slain in the battlefield
marked a victory
the young golden toddler
got to keep.
and the mother who learned
that she was enough
to hold her through the tears.
same woman
different gowns.
and now she learns to dance again.
not the harsh violent dance
of betrayal and self-abandonment
but a dance of love.
she found love within
the flowering that bloomed
one tiny bud at a time.
until a garden of roses
filled her sweet soul.
a fragrance so sweet
it soothed her aching mind.
she began to dream
the world back to color.
and if you see her now,
she laughs in her garden so fair.
a gentle woman she has become.
so graceful in her softness,
her refusal to become hardened.
blossoming fragrant as the red red rose.
with thorns sharp as the blades that cut
foe from friend.
here she dwells
until time unknown.
home at last.
in her garden
of safety and delight.
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Lovely words told in a lovely way👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
This speaks to me of an inner strength obtained during trial by fire along the way. Beautiful and so deeply felt to me. Thank you dear Venus. Colorado will miss you.