Edges curling in, weathered
A depressed muted brown bleeds where vibrancy once thrived
The color of apathy and lost purpose
Quietly spoken, perhaps purpose and possibility were never found
Not all flowers die beautifully
Spirit can fold in, cold and fetal without a sound
Air becomes gnarled, sharply chewing decay in hope
The flowers death
A silent and vulgar unbecoming
Mirroring a life I know
~Alisa Hutton
It is without knowing or guarantee. Blindly jumping off an unfelt edge with no assurance of bottom or gentle landing. Faith in its purest form. Looking out in to the night and desperately trying to adjust your eyes to see, all the while knowing the only thing you need to adjust to is your comfort in total darkness.
Moments that carry our deepest hopes and fears in equal measure. Exposed and held in the same open palm, unprotected and offered to another. In shortness of breath our racing mind tries to control speed and steady the direction with a false sense of security. The universe quietly taps our awareness with heightened physical responses, panic, fear.
Reality; authenticity walks with neither regulation nor control of outcome. Hard and painful, joyous and exhilarating in one deliciously sharp bite. It is your mind screaming “be safe”, reminding you of the last time your heart was shattered in to a million pieces. While your heart steadily whispers “trust”. It is brave, strong, tender, humbling and courageous. The journey long. The destination? True happiness.
-vulnerability
~Alisa Hutton
Reality wrapped in hope
-disillusionment
~Alisa Hutton
There is a misconception that the deepest sadness we will feel in life
Is having to part ways and say goodbye
The loss of a knowing fill, the comfort of another and their warmth in our space
It is a fallacy and the matter at hand is larger you will see, possibly the very thing that will set you free
There comes a time when we see and feel, the most difficult reality to honor and embrace
Well beyond the drain and loss of any goodbye
Is the slow death of watching your spirit diminish and die
Life’s biggest challenge in what feels like human natures longest lesson
We feed our sadness in wish and hope and struggling to let go
But the only thing that matters in our wake and flow…..
It is only ourselves that we must trust and know
~Alisa Hutton
She reminds me
I do not fear those of anger or ignorance
I worry not of their indignant beliefs
She reminds me
My strength is in my heart, not in limb or lash of words
Cry, laugh and be
For anything else is societies watered down version of magnificence
She reminds me
Danger is never loving with too much generosity
Danger is being too scared to generously love
She reminds me
If the dust of apathy settles on me, it settles on her
If we stop loving with the capacity we are born with
She reminds me
There will be no hope for us or them
For it is in our love
We are alive
She reminds me
~Alisa Hutton
Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave
A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more
Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth
In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found
Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show
Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow
Looking in the mirror she sees us all
Floundering at dusk and rising in hope
Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more
Today
She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole
With a glimmer of faith
That after it is all done
She will feel herself and walk in stride once more
~Alisa Hutton
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