Ready and free.

brown dress with white dots. tumbler and pinterest

brown dress with white dots. tumbler

Her dreams
captured tears
in a clear indigo jar

she held her ghost-self
and whispered,

I don’t know why
certain things happen.
They just do.

She felt a shard
of self dying
weary from the hunt,
ready for peace,
interspersed with wisdom

tipping the jar
into a collective sea
and setting it
free.

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About Carolyn Riker

A creative explorer using the magic of imagination, surfing the sea of understanding and finding bridges to connect it all.
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