Be True, You.

  “I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best.”  ~Magdalena Carmen Frida Kahlo y Calderón   The most powerful person you can be is yourself. But getting to know yourself and more important learning to LOVE yourself takes time and patience. As you fully appreciate who you…

Sacred Woman

She was ancient like the stars above her golden crown. In her eyes all was known Past        Present                     Future. In her womb the secrets of the world Birthed All creation.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is…

Above the Clouds

I am the one they call the resurrection My blood One with the phoenix In my bones Ashes have burned like fire From the beginning of time Until the end Always have I risen Always shall I rise Come what may Come what not Always Will I rise again. © Nicoletta   If this poem…

For a Weakened Warrior

She stared at him with confidence Too much for him to bear. How strong you are! Her words vibrated. His troubled eyes could barely look up The bruises on his back Too heavy of a pain To start all over again What a burden. You are powerful! She gazed at him with honor. For fear…

Change is All We Need

We humans struggle to find what we are looking for. We go about life, not knowing what we want, engaging in different relationships, trying to fulfill ourselves through the comfort we think we will find in the arms of others.The fear of facing one’s true self blocks a lot of people from spending time alone…

Medusa Stares

What makes you stick to the past? Is it an emotion That clings onto you like an annoying song? Anything you try It can’t get out of your head. All the same tune. You add a little Drum beat To change the rhythm Give it a kick with a hum, Swinging it to diverge. ……

All the Difference

Diverged in a wood Two roads Implanted in our genes. A seed paints it’s Own picture of destination. The sun brewing A beam of light Steaming forth Steps Dragging dripping trails of mud Along the way. Trampling riddles Shedding fragments of solitude. Lonesome travelers Stamping footprints Of stories they once called companions. Tales tailing their…