letting go, living, moments, nature, new year


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by Carmen H Gray

This morning’s misty rain

Reminded me

That in these last two new days of the year

So much has been gently cleansed

The kind of purification that you might not even notice

Like walking down that same hallway

In that once familiar building

That housed so many hopes and fears and tears

But this time

It was a singular experience

In the extraordinary world

Today’s rain on the bamboo

Greeted me like an old friend

On my porch

Unlike the day before



“She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.”
―Kate Chopin, The Awakening


by Carmen H Gray

We arrive here


Then clothed and told

As we grow old

Who we are

Yet the scars

 Many wounds later

Within us, the fabricators

Show our real selves

Broken out of those perfect shells

That we attempt to uphold

For the world to behold