Unveiling Truths

In this tapestry of time, we find ourselves ensnared,

In this toxic realm, a place we never truly dared.

Perhaps it lingered, a specter in the shadows,

Shaking foundations with unseen sorrows.

Not born of a night, nor a fleeting gaze,

But woven through years in a dissonant maze.

Lies, deceptions, a sinister art,

Crafting a demise, tearing the heart apart.

Moments of disdain, attitudes bulldozing,

Stripping compassion, foundations exposing.

Cracks emerged, a fracture unseen,

Personal it was not, yet shattered the serene.

Walls concealed, strength and beauty veiled,

A facade unbroken, but truth assailed.

Oh, to erase a decade, to turn back the tide,

Undo the unraveling, where secrets hide.

The building crumbled, revealing the core,

Unveiling truths, we can’t ignore.

Left in the ruins, a solemn decree,

To forge a new home, a life yet to be.

No more the rotten foundation’s decay,

In the rubble, a chance to find our own way.

A new beginning, with strength untold,

In the poetic dance, a story unfolds.

Returning to an Old Beginning

If I could turn back the hands of time, dear one,

I would journey to that sacred moment when our souls intertwined,

When destiny wove our paths together, igniting a flame so divine.

In the realm of serendipity, I would find you, gazing into your eyes,

And with trembling lips, I would inquire,

“Tell me, my love, where may I have found you sooner?

Where were you hiding all this time?”

I yearn to trace the map of your existence, to unravel the mysteries

Of those days before our destinies converged,

To discover the whispers of your heart that echoed in the wind.

Oh, how my soul aches with the knowledge that I missed

The chance to love you sooner, to bask in your radiance,

To hold you in my arms and share a love that knows no bounds.

I envision our souls dancing in sync, entwined in a cosmic embrace,

As the universe weaves its tapestry of love around us,

Unfurling the threads of connection and divine timing.

Yet, my darling, even in the absence of those precious moments,

I find solace in the belief that our souls were merely preparing,

Gathering strength and wisdom to embrace the love that awaited us.

For the journey of love is not bound by time or space,

But by the profound synchronicity that transcends earthly constraints,

Guiding us to each other’s embrace with unwavering devotion.

And so, I surrender to the cosmic dance of love,

Grateful for the moments we have shared and the love we have known,

For it is in the depth of our connection that eternity resides.

If I could go back in time, I would cherish every breath,

Every stolen glance, every word that passed between our lips,

For they are the fragments of a love story written in the stars.

But, my love, let us not dwell on what could have been,

Instead, let us revel in the present, in the love that we share now,

For it is a love that has grown stronger with the passage of time.

And as we navigate the intricacies of this beautiful journey,

Know that my heart beats only for you, my soul sings your name,

And every moment spent in your presence is a gift beyond measure.

So, my love, let us embrace the vulnerability of our souls,

Let us celebrate the love that has found us, however long it took,

For in this moment, we are exactly where we are meant to be.

And as the currents of time carry us forward,

May our love continue to blossom, to inspire, and to heal,

For together, we create a love story that transcends all boundaries.

If I could go back in time, my love,

I would choose this very moment, right here, right now,

For it is in your arms that I find home, and in your love that I find myself.

I love you.

The Taste of Your Words

I miss the taste of your words on my skin,

the way they danced upon my senses

like a gentle summer breeze.

Each syllable carried a subtle electricity,

tracing delicate pathways along my flesh,

igniting a fire within.

Your voice, a sweet symphony,

wrapped around me,

weaving a tapestry of longing and desire.

It whispered secrets that only my soul

could comprehend,

a language that transcended mere words.

Your whiskey-colored eyes, deep pools of amber and warmth,

beckoned me with an irresistible pull.

They held secrets untold,

stories whispered in the flicker of a flame.

As I gazed into them, I felt myself surrendering,

willingly adrift in your captivating world.

Your essence, like a gentle breeze on a summer’s day,

cradled me, allowing me to float weightlessly

on the surface of life’s tumultuous waters.

In your presence, worries and cares melted away,

replaced by a serene tranquility.

With each stolen glance, I dove deeper,

enveloped in the spell you casted,

finding solace and bliss in the depths of your gaze.

Oh, how I ache for the intimacy of your phrases,

the vulnerability they unleashed within me.

Without them, I am left yearning,

my skin craving the delicious poetry

that once painted me in ecstasy.

~Millie America

On Being Human

Amidst the depths of being human, a universe unfolds,

Vast and mysterious, a tapestry of stories untold.

Emotions collide, like galaxies in cosmic dance,

Weaving the fabric of our lives, by chance.

Within the heart’s labyrinth, love and longing reside,

Aching echoes of connection, impossible to hide.

Joy and sorrow intertwine, like sunsets and storms,

Beneath the surface, a symphony of norms.

The mind, a kaleidoscope of thoughts and dreams,

Searching for meaning in life’s flowing streams.

Questions arise, seeking truth’s elusive shore,

Navigating the tides, forever seeking more.

In this vulnerability, strength is found anew,

A fragile resilience, woven through and through.

In pain and triumph, we learn to grow,

Like seeds, we rise, a testament to the ebb and flow.

The depth of being human is a boundless sea,

Where laughter and tears coexist harmoniously.

For in our imperfections, we find beauty’s embrace,

An ever-evolving journey, a dance of grace.

So let us dive deeper, explore our soul’s expanse,

Embrace the contradictions, take life’s daring chance.

For in the depths of being human, we discover,

The richness of existence, a love to uncover.

~Millie America

I love you!

My Heart Unfolds

In the depths of my being, I find solace,

A sacred space where vulnerability takes hold.

I stand at the crossroads, poised to release,

In this dance of surrender, my heart unfolds.

Like a fragile petal, I loosen my grip,

Releasing the burdens that no longer serve.

I surrender the need for control and let go,

Embracing the unknown with a faith unserved.

In the silence of surrender, I find my strength,

For it takes courage to release what I hold dear.

But in the emptiness, a sacred void emerges,

Where love and grace whisper, erasing all fear.

I let go of the past, with its lingering pain,

A burden too heavy to carry any longer.

I invite forgiveness to flow through my veins,

Healing the wounds, making me stronger.

With each breath, I surrender to the divine flow,

Trusting that the universe guides my way.

I release attachments, expectations, and doubts,

Creating space for miracles to come and play.

In this sacred act of letting go, I find freedom,

A liberation that transcends the limitations of my mind.

I am a vessel for divine love and light,

A soul unburdened, ready to soar and unwind.

So, I surrender to the whispers of my soul,

In vulnerability’s embrace, I find my peace.

I let go and allow my spirit to expand,

Embracing the divine flow that will never cease.

Letting go becomes a sacred ritual,

A dance of surrender, an act of trust.

In vulnerability, I find my true essence,

A soul unfettered, shining with divine lust.

In this moment, I surrender and let go,

In vulnerability’s embrace, my spirit takes flight.

I release, I surrender, I let the universe guide,

Embracing the liberation, with love as my guiding light.

~Millie America

The Storm Within

There is a storm brewing inside, a tempest eager to be free,

Yearning to release its power, over the landscape, it shall decree.

But fear not, dear soul, for storms bring forth change,

Cleansing the old, making space for what’s strange.

Within this tumultuous dance, a transformation awaits,

A chance to shed the old skin, and embrace what fate creates.

The thunder crashes, the lightning strikes,

Illuminating the path ahead, revealing hidden delights.

Embrace the winds that howl, with courage as your guide,

For in the midst of chaos, your spirit shall abide.

Let the raindrops wash away the remnants of the past,

As you rise from the ashes, stronger and steadfast.

In vulnerability’s embrace, find the strength to stand tall,

For it is through the cracks that the light starts to enthrall.

This storm within, it holds a sacred gift,

A chance for growth, to let your spirit lift.

Release the fears that hold you back, and soar with grace,

Embrace the storm’s power, for within lies your sacred space.

As the storm subsides, a calmness shall descend,

A rebirth within your soul, a journey without end.

You are the landscape, ever-changing and free,

A masterpiece of resilience, boundless possibility.

So let the storm brew and dance upon your soul’s stage,

For it is in embracing vulnerability that we truly engage.

May you emerge from this storm, radiant and bright,

A testament to your spirit’s unwavering light.

Embrace the storms within, let them be your guiding art,

For within lies the beauty of your vulnerable heart.

~Millie America

It’s been a long while since words were able to paint a poetic picture on a page. Hope you enjoy them.

Thank You for the Lessons

Sometimes when we are hurt through betrayal, abandonment, gaslighting, or whatever else constitutes hurt, we are brought to a higher level of awareness.

We heal.

We breakthrough old programming.

We forgive others, and especially ourselves.

We feel into the painful lessons and grow.

We are refilled with love.

I love you,
Millie

Box Fan Murmurs

Sleep eludes me

And I begin to

Retrace memories,

Tasting the experiences,

Painting different outcomes,

Waiting for the light of day.

The box fan murmurs,

Playing the soundtrack,

Making melodies

For my mental album.

A 5-year-old shares my pillow.

Arms over my neck,

Legs thrown over me,

Soft snores and mumbles,

And the sweet smell

Of an innocent new life.

Where would I be

Without the presence of

These little ones

Loving me,

Holding me,

Healing me?

I toss every so often

Finding comfort in the now.

I trace over the past

Weaving it to all that is,

All that I’ve become as

The box fan murmurs…

“Let God. Let it go.”

I hear the melodies in the room.

The sounds of ancestral chatter,

Each whispering through

The cycling of the fan.

Life happens in this second,

During sleepless nights

As murmurs echo round and round.

Millie America 5/2022

My sweet baby boy passed out… I wish I was sleeping as peacefully as him.

Through the Wormhole

I traveled a thousand miles

To be by your side

In the witching hours

Of cosmic journeying.

I watched you sleep

Cradling a body pillow

Tightly against your chest,

You breathing heavily

Penetrating

The covers,

But you couldn’t see me

Invisibly standing there….

So,

I returned to my side

Of the world

Guided by the light

Of the full moon,

Gliding and sliding

Through dimensions

Searching for my bed

Then awakening

To your smell wrapped Around my hands.

I love you…Millie