fading away
the way a cloud leaves the sky

I drift
into nothing
and free fall
piece by piece
as my soul
splits apart

inside of me
I am breaking

like a rock
that turns to dust

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sometimes it feels like nothing is left but the memories of who i used to be


break, fall, broken, ache, hurt, pain

I am a dreamer, artist, and mother. I dance in the rain, spend too much time reading books, and live for my family. I am a gypsy, poet, musician, and artist. But most of all, I am a butterfly fairy. Come dream with me.

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  • linaji
    linajiover 3 years ago

    Oh my dear SD, this is packed with an emotion that I am so familiar with, glorious ink!

  • souls can be so frail and so resilient in the same time.. thank goodness you and i have a really wonderful friend to help us from the dust. ;) xxx

    – ShadowDancer

  • lolowe
    loloweover 3 years ago

    This is so, so sad…but the beauty and softness of it amazes me. What gorgeous poem. There’s so much said in so little words..bravo.

  • thank you so much lo.. your comments always go straight to a special place in my heart. xx

    – ShadowDancer

  • Kristin Reynolds
    Kristin Reynoldsover 3 years ago

    I don’t think of this as sad at all, I see this as shedding dead skin andf climbing into sunlight. :)
    beautiful dear. x

  • true enough.. the human spirits ability to rebound is endless.. thank you kristin. x

    – ShadowDancer

  • Blake Steele
    Blake Steeleover 3 years ago

    I agree with Kirsten! It is the caterpillar that is dying that is afraid, never the butterfly being born.

  • beautifully said as always blake.. death always brings life.. and life is always moving forward. x

    – ShadowDancer

  • Sybille Sterk
    Sybille Sterkover 3 years ago

    Beautiful write, haunting, too. I know what you mean and you’ve described it perfectly. Love it. :-)

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  • Thanks sybille.. was a little slow to add to groups on this one. xx

    – ShadowDancer

  • George Coombs
    George Coombsover 3 years ago

    Beautiful haunting writing coming from a still place within oneself. I do know what you mean here Patti Jo and for me it is a time of reflection, stillness and learning

  • very true george.. when we feel this way it’s a time for pause and rebuilding.. much love to you.

    – ShadowDancer

  • eoconnor
    eoconnorover 3 years ago

    wonderfully written !@Liz)

  • thank you Liz!! ((hugs))

    – ShadowDancer

  • Rikki Woods
    Rikki Woodsover 3 years ago

    I find this beautiful, and even if you see it as yourself breaking, I see it as a rebirth or starting over. Many beautiful things have been built from taking down the old and building again from the grains. xxoo

  • Rikki, thanks for the reminder of picking up and moving forward.. and you said it so beautifully. much love to you. xxx

    – ShadowDancer

  • wildwomenlove
    wildwomenloveover 3 years ago

    this reads expansively to me…you are expanding into the possibility of who you might ever be…let go the restraints and share yourself with the worlds between worlds!!! your heart is beating with the pulse of the universe…it glides on the ethers…I can feel it from here…xxx

  • thank you for helping me see even deeper inside of myself… i feel u, sister.. thank u for feeling me. xx

    – ShadowDancer

  • LisaMM
    LisaMMover 3 years ago

    Achingly sad ShadowDancer…it can be the dust of your past that you can finally blow into a passing breeze and then, from the simmering embers, your spirit will slowly emerge and soar once again. Strong and beautiful. Keep smiling and find your inner strength. Hugs to you :-))))) xxxx

  • i so love this. and i needed to read it exactly today. so thank you for this message of hope and growth. here is to moving forward after we crumble. xxx

    – ShadowDancer

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