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poet. storyteller. lover of words. seeker of healing. always searching for more. find me in the woods, or at the ocean’s edge, if only in my head. View all posts by liezel graham

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distracted by life walking straight into beauty. the day I met you. . — a haiku for serendipity. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Johannes Rapprich. . . . . #haiku #haikupoem #lovepoems #poetry #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #liezelgraham #poetsofinstagram #indiepoetry #johannesrapprich #words #wordsmith #beauty #livemoremagic #shewrites #woman

did you know, she said, that i have been so hungry for so long, from birth, i think, that i have fed all the soft parts of me to a hundred, maybe more, and it is never enough when the light breaks, and i am never enough, and only one of us leaves with a full belly and it is never me. . it is never me who knows what it feels like to be enough, to be just right and not too much, or too little, and i don’t know how to get all my pieces back, how do i find myself again, and my heart needs them back, because these holes are too big now and the wind blows right through them, and late at night, when all those people are walking through my head with their hungry bellies and their dirty feet, i can’t sleep for the sound of the wind weeping through those holes, my holes, and right through me, and perhaps it is me, i don’t know anymore... . and all i could say was, i know. . i know. . me too. . —elizabeth. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Dominika Roseclay. . . . . #poetry #poetsofinstagram #woman #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #liezelgraham #indiepoet #indiepoetry #words #wordsmith #shewrites #poetryporn #dominikaroseclay #hope #selflove #selfesteem #womanpoets #poetryofinstagram #poetrycommunity #she #relationships #findyourself

i am not afraid of your darkness or mine, and i have seen it all before, and my ears know the sound of fear all too well, and pain too, and i have walked this road in another life and even yesterday i stumbled over this same stone, and i can find my way out of here for both of us, and i see that you have run out of light? don’t worry—here, let me give you a bit of mine, and i’ll just break a small piece off right here, and no—it doesn’t hurt at all, and it grows back so quickly and look! now you have some of me inside of you, and i think that means that we’re friends, and i see you, and you see me, and you are just what i have been searching for, come—let me show you the way out of here. . —friend. . © Liezel Graham 2019. . Photograph by Freestocks. . A freeform verse for a friend going through a hard time. xx . . . . #friends #friendship #friendshipquotes #poetry #poetryporn #spilledink #spilledthoughts #iweepinink #liezelgraham #poetsofinstagram #indiepoet #indiepoetry #shewrites #beautifulwords #words #wordsmith #spilledpoetry

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