There.
At the centre of you.
What's held inside?
What flows from within, what radiates?
Well beneath your thinking-mind.
Nestled below your heart.
Housing your soul's fire.
Tell me everything that's in there, that's ready to be told-about, please.
And what have you wrecked, what have you built?
What has burned to soft ash, and rich smoke?
To result in the you that I see-
Between this blink
and the next.
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Auntie Licious
She is a never ending story written in the stars.
Alyssa has been a lifelong writer, having recently begun sharing her creations more widely. Her poems are inspired by nature, heartache, activism, sensitivity and mental health.
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So beautiful deep like a soul inside!