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Midnight Visitor

Each night, she longed for his arrival,

counting down the moments in her head.

Another sleepless night,

more dreams never dreamed.

 

As she lay in bed, waiting,

he marked his presence with his spindly beams.

They flooded through the windows,

reflected, and filled the room with his familiar glow.

The sounds of the night were the soundtrack

as shadows of leaves danced on the floor.

 

Tired eyes relaxed,

a sigh of relief exhaled.

She rose and tiptoed to the window,

eager to see him once again.

He cast his light upon her,

and embraced her with his electric hug.

 

In awe, she studied him closely

and wished she could touch him with her hands.

Tonight he shone round and full,

more brightly than she had ever recalled.

Mesmerized by the celestial magic,

she longed to understand his power.

 

Against the inky backdrop,

everything seemed to stand still.

She was lost in that moment,

and time ceased to exist.

 

He made her feel small,

a minute speck in the universe.

But in these moments,

she felt brave.

There was no more fear,

no more limits.

She could do anything,

and ideas swirled through her mind.

 

The hours ticked by,

but still he stayed.

Her welcomed friend,

her midnight visitor.

 

As his glow began to melt into the night,

she knew their time was drawing short.

So she tucked away his messages,

deep inside her heart.


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Weird Girl

Hey, blogosphere! I’ve missed you this week!

I’ve been crazy busy with my summertime pet-sitting schedule (and playing with my new Vitamix!! 🙂 ) and am just now getting a second to breathe.

Ahhh…

I didn’t have much time to work on any substantial posts this week, but here’s an original poem I’ve been working on. It describes the ways in which I view myself and I think some of you can relate to it on some level:

weird girl

Weird girl’s different

she’s complex

she’s strange.

Weird girl sees things differently

lives differently

thinks differently.

Weird girl’s fueled by her passions

and driven by her heart.

Weird girl’s a thinker

a dreamer

a doer.

Weird girl likes different things

she needs different things

she wants different things.

Weird girl is not always what she seems

but she’s always true to her soul.

Weird girl thirsts for knowledge

and helping

and experiencing.

Weird girl doesn’t always “get” the world

and sometimes, it doesn’t “get” her either.

Weird girl wants to change the world

she can

she will.

Weird girl wonders why there aren’t more like her

but then she realizes she’s glad there aren’t.

Weird girl is wonderful

and powerful

and smart.

Weird girl is beautifully,

perfectly,

me.