A place of ice and stones


Even though it was not conscious

I chose this prison

Which to me felt safe

I was so very tired

From all the times I was forced into

The outer galaxy

Looking down on earth

And all the people in it

Towards cosy warm houses

Feeling like an extra terrestrial

Wondering to myself

How do they live?

How do they love?

It is so cold here

And I am frozen

Seeking warmth

In a place of ice and stones

 Its all I have ever known

Here within the ache

There is no fire burning

And longing for what I cannot have

Hollows me out

Until I am deeper than empty

Body soul feels

No place in space

Aches to find a way

To a home

I have never known

But paradoxically still have a memory of

Searching without resolution

Hoping with the vainest of hopes


But only just

What you called

A half life


With a calling

And a longing

That won’t stay silent

Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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