Words
Dissolution – Christine E. Ray
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I tell myself I will grow accustomed to this silence these padded walls © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Dissolution
words some days my savior some days my hell dissolve into fragmented syllables and lonely letters that I cannot reassemble back into meaningful wholes I tell myself I will grow accustomed to this silence these padded walls © 2018 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
The Truth About Words
the dilemma of finding my voice is that it was not enough simply to speak this voice which lay dormant inside of me for so long buried beneath relentless responsibilities overdeveloped superego weighty titles such as mother wife employee rarely woman rarely even human being had become voracious what I thought merely a trickle of … Continue reading The Truth About Words
Aborted Flight
words are wily things that wiggle and twist ‘round my mouth they dart delicately hummingbirds toward the tip of my tongue then change direction abruptly midflight swallowed once again I long to give them wing allow them to feel the sun the air but they nest deeply in my throat unseen unsaid © 2020 Christine … Continue reading Aborted Flight
Gossamer Wings
you spin words into phrases like silk thread fine lustrous weave them into a gossamer shawl breathtaking to behold delicate iridescent resilient with unexpected body with strength I long to wrap myself in the cloth of your words cocoon myself inside white mulberry leaves nectar shall sustain me as I metamorphize I will emerge changed by … Continue reading Gossamer Wings
Brave & Reckless 