I have the kinds of loves
who love me when my other loves
are hurting
and I am collateral damage

When I rang them
in tears
voice breaking
in fear

I asked if they had spoons
to let me vent -
could they help
pick up my pieces?

And they told me
Yes!
Be there in 10 minutes

And when they arrived
they held me
while I cried
outside the crowded restaurant.

—sometimes this is what love looks like

#SmallMoments #SmallPoems #BeautifulTruth

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Damia Ray (@[email protected])

I have the kinds of loves in my life who hold space for me to be in tears; who hold my hand through fears; who hold my heart; and make me laugh until I cry and laugh and laugh and fill my heart with the music of loving laughs. I am loving well, and well loved. — Having and holding, in sickness and in health. #SmallMoments #SmallPoems #BeautifulTruth

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I have the
kinds of loves
in my life
who hold

space

for me
to be
in tears;
who hold
my hand
through fears;
who hold
my heart;
and make me
laugh until I cry
and laugh
and laugh
and fill my heart
with the music
of loving laughs.

I am loving well, and well loved.

— Having and holding, in sickness and in health.

#SmallMoments #SmallPoems
#BeautifulTruth

He whispered “I want your lips fluttering against mine as you sing that unstoppable song”

And my heart was once again beating faster, lovingly wrapped in the warmth of his Words.

#smallMoments #beautifulTruth
#smallPoems #ThisOneIsYours

Safety in my skin
Unrequested but welcome
Spontaneous stripping back

#MastoPrompt spontaneous 25 June 2023
#smallPoems #beautifulTruth
#smallMoments (but actually quite profound)

Love is letting you be
Because I know I can interrupt your sleep/day/evening/night
If ever I can’t navigate my way
From my heady hellscape at 3am

Your love means I’ve got this
So I write to leech poison
But it’s the love that pours out
And outside, the howling wind, driving rain
Are a metaphor for a storm kept at bay.

.

(And now I can sleep)
#ThisIsLove #SmallMoments #smallPoems #BeautifulTruth

Zamia

Fireworks might be spark to start a blazing inferno
Hot, bright, maybe for a night.
Blinding and sometimes explosive
And leaving lasting wreckage.
Brilliance consumed, spent.
Sometimes the scars never heal.

There is much to be said in favour
of a slow, controlled, gradual burn: creating heat, cracking open shells of seeds dropped long ago.

This is how regeneration happens;
How wounded landscapes blossom and heal.

#beautifulTruth #smallPoems #smallMoments #poetry

I have the kind of people in my life to whom I can address Very Important Questions.

“Can I take up residence in your brain, and if you then go about dealing with invasive weeds, can you help me minimise the hayfever?”

#beautifulTruth #smallMoments #theAnswerIsYes

I never cease to be astonished that I am apparently the sort of woman who apparently inspires people to paint poetry.

Thank you for reminding me to view myself the way you see me.

#beautifulTruth #smallMoments