A poem

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a whispering part of me
i tried to delete
speaks in the wind.
she speaks in prayers of poetry
she shimmers
comes and goes
and perfumes my being
with her presence.

is her essence.
she is ethereal
neither here nor there
but deeply felt
when she takes hold
like breath in thirsty lungs
she is enchantment, she is lace, she is electric —
please don’t forget about me again, she says.
just because i am see-through and tender like fresh flower petals doesn’t mean i am weak. don’t underestimate me, she says.

A poem of pain and possibility

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i know that smile
the one hiding tears
sadness beneath the surface
anger swirls
i know how you walk around
with the weight of a thousand words
on your shoulders, behind your lips
because of the wounds —
betrayal, abuse, racism, rape
confusion, grief, oppression
it aches
deep in your bones.

meanwhile, society tells us to be perfect
not to feel
and produce more
tangled in the arms of technology
trying to be okay, to be great, to be something
but so many of us
are walking around wounded
the pain is palpable
when we slow down
to feel.
it floods us
but only for a moment.

A poem

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listening deeper
where quiet rains
from the sky
i can taste silence
feed it to me like sapphires
i feel you
next to me
your breath glazed onto my skin like honey
my eyes fill with daises
wonder pulses through my whole body
from the petal sweetness of your gaze.

i need this.
who are you?

i am sent here to love you
like never before
i am here to love you
when you don’t feel strong enough to love yourself
i am here to remind you that you aren’t broken beyond repair
i am here to say —

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Time shatters

I gently bite your lip
And look at you —
There is only you
And me
And this moment.
We embrace
Not in the fantasy of candlelight
But in the truth of daybreak, at naked midnight
On tough, shitty afternoons
And clear sapphire skies
In the rain that life pours
Because sometimes it just hurts
To be human.
A fragile kaleidoscope
Of pain and joy and loss and beauty.

It’s so tender, isn’t it, my love?
I like what you said
The other day —
We don’t have to cry alone anymore.
We don’t have to hold burdens
In tightly locked palms
Or carry…

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a pot of earl grey tea
casts a blanket upon my eyes and ears
the spicy bold of bergamot
muffles sounds of traffic
the rhythm of busy
fades to the background
and then —

without a million to-do’s to hide behind
who are we?
with just our imagination
and a comforting cup of something
with just our hearts
bubbling up to tears
the fear and uncertainty
we all feel
pulsing, swimming, flopping around inside.

stop searching and actually look
you don’t need to be enlightened, my dear
just human. just wild. just you.

ivy grows up supple treetops
the forest…

A poem of Autumn’s raw magic

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the light looks different in Autumn
i look different —
darker, deeper, wilder, sweeter
the sun shifts, i tilt within
it’s time to get really real.

chai tea and nostalgia
a cool breeze spills old secrets
to greet this feeling
i can only translate
from the freshly dipped ruby leaves —
change is coming
change is here
shedding skin
bullsh*t begone!
begin again
and so it is.

curled up in a soft blanket
i am more naked
closer to touching soul
that nameless tenderness
grasping towards the beauty
of this trembling, wild life.

don’t speak, just listen.
here you are. here…

A poem

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is it wrong to want space?
to ask for what we need?
to be really real?

why, oh why, does it feel like the hardest thing in the world?
guilt hollows out
a diminished
version of me.

~my mind

listen, closer
crouch down
hear the cicadas
shut your eyes
and purr
clarity surges and sings
instincts, baby
quiet power swells —
you know what you need
and i will give you
the courage to trust it.

~my body

when my body and mind
braid together
a singular force —
no more analyzing.
a wild, roaring breeze
refreshes my soul.


A poem about the courage of compassion

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i long for it
those lost threads
dissolve in a sea of tears —
my tears, her tears, your tears, his tears
the world’s tears.

these times are hot and awful
humidity of hate that suffocates
i try to lean in
to lone cups of love
to swim in seas of compassion
often, i come up empty-handed.

but still, i try.
i thirst
for the change that seems
so close
yet so damn far
the horizon keeps changing.
people hurt.
i feel raw
and useless at times.

i shake it off and shake it out
i breathe fire
and come back

A poem about learning to listen

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empty exhaustion
curls like smoke
to spell a quesiton i hate —
can i even write today?
it blares and blinks
doubt crashes on the scene
like pouring rain.

at the same time,
something inside
flutters to life
disbelief suspended for a moment
and i just get real
i dive in
the only way i know how
harsh interior landscapes
flash before my eyes —
i get really honest.

why yes, it is hard
to trust myself. …

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poetry falls from the sky
your lips
on mine
we’re setting sail
to new cities
and always back
to the landscapes
coiled deep inside

the folds of two hearts
holding the fragile pieces
and the fire
we welcome it all
with each breath.

the curtains of night slowly fall
and it smells like stars
and what i know is this —

i like the road before us
fog in the morning
the hope in our hands
laced together
with strength and support
given freely
to each other
as we bloom.

warmed by sun
watered by the truth
of what it means

Sarah L. Harvey

Writer, poet, lover of truth & nature. Elephant Journal author. Cat lady. Tender heart.

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