Loss, Anger, depression, and acceptance… The poem “Beyond the Water’s Edge” I shared was an experience of love, of grief and the stages of anger, loss, depression, and acceptance to moving on… **Beyond the Water’s Edge** Beyond that pier, where the ocean ripples across the cloudy remnants of the morning, I look for you, notContinue reading “Beyond the Water’s Edge – Spoken Word”
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Friends. Poem
Knowing you are in there andI cannot reach you. It pains me.What shadow has taken you to theanother side of the moon?They say that scars are muteBut scars have painted themselves uponyour face, and I want to wash themaway with my tears. Because I know of ache,I know of that throb that weights a soulContinue reading “Friends. Poem”
In the attic
You’ll find things. Things that have been tucked away and hidden. We forget that there, collecting dust from past, they’re still usable and in perfect shape. The shadows have come to find them as friends. I wonder how we’ve come to this place in our minds.
She loved herself enough to embrace all of the choices she’s made in the past, the present and of her future. With hands over her breast and heart, she made a promise to be forever faithful to her self, a promise to treat others as she does her own soul. -l.j. Wolff
Bridges
a time, a place, and I transition building bridges between the past, the present and into the future, a passage linking my inner self to my outside. The forward part of my mindset wanting more than being stagnant. -Linda J Wolff
Fragile
It normal to feel delicate as a June petal breaking from its bloom after the heaviness of rainfall, yet, know that tomorrow you’ll be strong. – Linda J Wolff
Bruises
Be easy on yourself, they’ll say things that’ll bruise the soft tissue of your soul, yet, it’s your reaction that counts the most. – Linda J Wolff
antiquity
𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝. -l.j. Wolff
Transgressing
a spring rain found her near the the old apple tree and the yellowing rose buds in her grandmother’s garden in quiet contemplation… no one knew of his infringement no one knew how bitterness and transgressing collides… no one but her and the soothing pattern of rain a top a worn gray umbrella. –Linda JContinue reading “Transgressing”
Update: My Newly Released Poetry Book – Self-Healing Poetry & Quotes for Ordinary People Just wanted to let everyone know that the poetry book “Self-Healing Poetry & Quotes for Ordinary People” is available on Amazon. These are 200 of my poems written of my experiences throughout life, my rebirth in self-awareness and the journey IContinue reading