crushed, shaken, hooked
how I feel,
past year of waiting, resting
sitting, lying, trusting
swimming in the depths
I’m tired,
be with me!
why was I born a Pisces?
this form realm a living hell
how can one be simultaneously:
in anguish, restless, depressed,
aching, gutted?
my patience is dissolving,
my faith is floundering
hold my hand, I beg you
wrap my watery chrysalis
in your vast heart
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Kirby Moore is a healing facilitator based in the beautiful rolling hills of Charlottesville, Virginia. He does sessions in-person and long distance via Skype and Zoom, working with Spiritual Astrology, Somatic Experiencing, Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy and Birth Process Work. His healing work is informed by fifteen years of meditation and Qigong practice. He works with client's intentions and deepest longings to attain clear, tangible results. Contact him for more info at (email): kirby [at] mkirbymoore [dot] com
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Wow – this poem is moving! Reading it again later, I want to edit it, but I resist the urge. Things are looking up, as you can probably tell. I am planning an exciting trip to India and working very hard to save up for this upcoming adventure. Thanks for reading!