I feel as though flotsam Run ragged on the ocean I have travelled far in search Of something deep and buried They speak of sirens ache Upon the shore so lulling I tip into the waves and sigh A torn white sail around my heart Was once airborn and waving Now a shroud of longing What does it mean to be sworn to sea A promise of names sake written In ink in the lines of my skin Wrinkles wink at the past as I float A maiden of sand that is slipping Can I breathe

Image - Jenna Denise There is something to discovering that the over arching theme of your birth chart is attached to the archetype of the Wounded Healer. That and the lines that clearly mark you as wounded, broken, at a young age, and the slow alchemization of that pain and suffering into soul speak. I have been mulling over and over the spiritually divined phrase, "This is your medicine to give to the world." In my heart, I have long wondered if that deep twinge of sad

Photographer Mira Nedyalkova Wanderer Perhaps it is time to go to the sea For there always was too much of the dreamer in me With a heart of sand that was slipping away As I headed deep out into the bay And I stay Singing songs that time once forgot Setting a course that I know I can’t plot And the dreamer she whispers don’t give in But a lifetime of battles I never could win And I stay And the rain kisses my forehead As my feet bleed against the rocky sea bed Jus