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When the waters are full and they are bursting all over me
completely consumed with the mess of all my past lives
plenty of fears, plenty of snow-covered problems
those lives, I’d never thought it could be me

No use denying, plenty exposed now
No use hiding, what’s out of control

but I see it in you, you’ve got
petals in full bloom, where the marigolds grow
out of the depths of your spine, they are wings
for the trying out/ wings for the growing out

hopes on the vine now
plenty of love left in those veins~ your Kindness sister Krissy Mosley

6 responses

  1. loristrawn Avatar
    loristrawn

    This poem is a blessing!

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar

      as are you Lori , thank you 😊

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  2. Maren Avatar

    I feel like this is a poem I could address to my children, to my two grandbabies … and wish I could address it to my waiting self.

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar

      I’m with you, all thee above, last line priceless “and I wish I could address it to my waiting self” cheers to this 💕

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  3. rhcwilliams Avatar

    Hopes on the vine now! Where the marigolds grow.

    Love your use of natural imagery. Just lovely. This is such a cleansing breath!

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    1. Visionariekind Avatar

      thank you kindly Ruth, Happy Saturday to you 😊

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