I Fought So Hard To Remain Unseen, Merely A Shadow On The Wall That Could Go Unnoticed When I Fell Over
I fought so hard to remain unseen, merely a shadow on the wall that could go unnoticed when I fell over my own two feet and into words that dropped like pebbles.
And now I fight myself to be seen again, pulling myself in from currents that I found first instead of drowning myself in shadows.
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Changeling Child
I thought jewelweed pods were fairy peas and I picked them carefully so they would not pop and spoil my gift. I laid them carefully on leaf platters, along with berries my mother told me not to eat and colorful flower petals. A perfect feast. I had a stone circle built, a fairy circle, a castle, an altar, and there I left my offerings. Sometimes I wanted a wish in return. Sometimes I needed the fae to remember that I knew how to take care of my own kind.
Zoë Lianne, "Erasure"
Mary Oliver, "Felicity"
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"
Why do I keep myself hidden in layers of self-control
Afraid of the dark whilst summer lines my curtains
Choking back these haunting fears, and numb
Is the only feeling that's certain
What joy can be felt today? Frozen yet
In feigned sensibility, I ask myself...
On Existence and the Human Experience.
Joseph Campbell, “Joseph Campbell and the Power of Myth”, Ep. 4, “Sacrifice and Bliss” / Louise Glück, “Snowdrops” / Ellen Bass, “The Thing Is” / @obeliskandmetronome / Fyodor Dostoyevsky, “The Brothers Karamazov” / Maggie Stiefvater, “Blue Lily, Lily Blue” / Eve L. Ewing, “Testify”
You can get lost in nature
it entices you into its graceful grasp
luring you into a dream
of eternal sunshine
This deafening cacophony
creates a solitary peace
encompassed in small rooms
rippling a quiet release
we are that which is foreign; daisies which drift & dwell upon the air of elegance, delicately untouched by the vast twine of such sorrow, only ever shared but never held & never seen.
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Historian, writer, and poet | proofreader and tarot card lover | Virgo and INTJ | dyspraxic and hypermobile | You'll find my poetry and other creative outlets stored here. Read my Substack newsletter Hidden Within These Walls. Copyright © 2016 Ruth Karan.
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