Let's post some more of my depressing poetry. Because people love depression. And maybe crying out for help works.

A running theme this season. My soul no longer wants to be a butterfly. I want to be an eagle.

Or perhaps no...

The Butterfly

I am a butterfly. I am sensitive, easily bruised and damaged. Easily scared away. I seek the highest harmony and beauty. I shy away from the slightest danger, death, destruction, pain, people hurting me emotionally...
This is, of course, normal and healthy for a lady or feminine, healing aspect of the soul in a dangerous world full of violence, misogyny, mistreatment of animals, denigration of women, of love itself, of care and nurture, and of course the denigration of men too which, sadly, I do hear now and then.
But...

Of course...

The world is beautiful and safe...



The Eagle

The new soul symbol that has emerged for me since January 28th is the eagle. (And the dragon).
I didn't like him at first!!!
Now I have written many poems. 
The emerging theme seems to be fierceness, loneliness, adventurousness, travelling far to the mountains - my heart land? My soul's true homeland? A dark cave of self healing the deep inner pain. A place only I can go, alone... It is my destiny as an eagle to be fierce and alone yet, I long for company, for the protective love of the father (symbolically). Father eagle... <3 Here they are: The Great Eagle Father

Tonight, this eagle wants to fly home.

Home to the nest.

To be greeted by the welcoming outstretched wing of the eagle father.

To be enfolded in the loving, protective embrace...

2nd March 2012

God the Father

God the Father
God the Daughter
God the Loving Spirit

God... I need the energy of the father in my life. Dark, comforting, loving, steadfastly so. Big strong, steadfast love. A big strong hand of love and confidence on my back. A rub on the shoulders. A loving word whispered. To be held, for so long, and stroked. To be kissed, on the head. To be protected. Enfolded.

2nd March 2012

The sun is glorious. The air is sweet. And I can only think of you...

And vast plains of mudflats, stretching out forever...

The fresh, sweet wind...

The deep blue skies stretching on forever, to eternity...

3rd March 2012 (Excerpt)

My heart is like a caged bird<\b>

My heart is like a caged bird.
Wings clipped.
Back bruised.
Feathers falling out,
I try to cry out, but cannot.
I see a beautiful glimmer of hazy light,
Faint above me.
Is it there, or am I imagining?
I do not know anymore.
I do not know if I believe in magic anymore.
The magic.
Yet I want to.
I feel so lonely.
I know there are others there, but it's not enough.
It feels selfish. I feel guilty and ashamed. 
But there's only one person I want.
The sun.
I want to return to the sun again finally.

3rd March 2012

And in these dark times,
When I feel surrounded by those that hate me.
Oppressed by an aura of fear, guilt and hate, 
I close my eyes and remember those that loved me.
Moments of love. Golden aura.
I dream of a time, of a place where everyone loves me.

3rd March 2012

Great Eagle Soul

Carry me away from here.
Enwrap me in your darkest wings
and carry me away, high into the mountains.
I cannot be here any more.

3rd March 2012

Rescue Me

Rescue me.
Hold me up when I can support myseld no longer,
Enfold your arms around me with loving assistance.
Because I can manage no longer.

3rd March 2012