On Hiatus

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It’s been so long since I’ve been on here that one would wonder why would I even bother making this post. Well…I’m doing it simply because I’m placing these notices across the board on my social media platforms. I REALLY need to sit my butt down and do right by ME. It’s so easy to burn yourself out and as for ME…I know how I am (extremely sensitive to external things), so it’s about that time to openly retreat…and get back on track with myself again. I started out with Instagram and Facebook, now I wrote a tweet in Twitter (though I’m hardly ever over there either) and NOW I’m here with the announcement. It’s minor. Just a way for me to keep track of myself. 🙂

It’s time to TRULY COMMIT to MIND, BODY, SPIRIT and SOUL. I’ll be back, of course–I miss y’all! And I love posting my poetry and other creative writings! So yeah, I’ll be back, when the time is right. STAY TUNED. XOXOXO

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Reflection

A fragile wall made of glass
Stands
Between us.
Palms pressed against
the cool surface
I’m on the outside looking
in.
Thank Goddess
I made my escape
When I did.

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

Delayed Reaction

The gravity of the reality
of this situation
finally
came crashing down upon me
In waves,
solid waves,
throughout the night
last night.
And the absolute finality
of this frozen memory
also dawned upon me,
haunting me…
Tears soon followed
in waves,
solid waves,
throughout the night
last night,
haunting, daunting, taunting
For what seems to be
an eternity.
It’s almost hard to imagine
that I will be alright.

© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

When the Inevitable Comes Knocking Again

After that last word was written,
Envelope sealed,
I felt myself be lifted
Up from my body, where I stare blankly down at myself
As I move now without thought…
My Mind is a million miles away
My eyes are dry but threaten to breaststroke
And the shards of my Heart are
Raining down, invisible.

 
© 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.

Questions & Revelations

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Precious One,

You’re still on site. You’re still living amongst the wreckage of the plane crash. You thought there were no survivors because you looked up and saw that you were alone. The man who was on board with you got out using his parachute LONG before the plane even took that nosedive. The very same parachute he told you about before you even boarded the flight….that night. The very same night your Spirit beckoned you to grab your parachute too and RUN OFF on foot…but you went AGAINST that instinct.

Therefore you betrayed yourself.

Therefore you broke your own Heart.

Therefore you caused your own death.

Or at least, it WOULD’VE been your death if it wasn’t for the intervening of the Ancestors.

The plane did plummet from the sky…..the plane did break apart and explode on impact, but you somehow survived. Badly burned, badly scarred, barely breathing but you were alive all the same. The Ancestors protected you, yes. but not from EVERY SINGLE LITTLE THING. There WAS pain that needed to be felt, you were knocked unconscious, but you LIVED.

So why are you still living here amongst the wreckage? Are you hoping that he will one day come looking for you? Are you hoping to ride away together by sea instead? I’m telling you something…but it’s nothing you don’t already know: He’s not coming. Nobody is coming. He’s already on the other side of the world. He took another flight out with another and touched down into his new reality of completion and fulfillment.

What about you now?

Your body has healed almost completely at this point, you appear to be totally functional but you’re still somehow living amongst the wreckage. I’m calling this to your attention because you go through your everyday life….just “fine.”

You booked and took another flight with someone new. You’re currently under a bit of turbulence but the ride has been overall beautiful so far.

But everywhere you look every now and then, you see HIM…at least, someone who REMINDS you of him.

And in an instant you’re transported right back to the scene of the plane crash. It happens so easily, so quickly. TOO EASILY. TOO QUICKLY. That’s means you’re still THERE. Precious One, WHY are you still rolling and tumbling and thrashing around in the debris of the crash of that pilot-less plane?

That loveless flight?

That delusional trip?

Why, my Firefly, are you still here?

â’¸ 2016 K. N. Dozier. All rights reserved.