Having you know me, in darkness and in light, in peace and in chaos, anxiety riding hard, is unearthing and causing to grow this seed of power, blossoming love.
— Ana M. S. Smith
stifled by dogma, yearning for reciprocated love, vanishing in a loveless marriage, divorce, learning how to be alone, dating in my thirties for the first time ever, and finding beauty and joy in being loved for exactly who I am
stifled by dogma, yearning for reciprocated love, vanishing in a loveless marriage, divorce, learning how to be alone, dating in my thirties for the first time ever, and finding beauty and joy in being loved for exactly who I am
stardust
/ (ˈstɑːˌdʌst) /
noun
dusty material found between the stars
a large number of distant stars appearing to the observer as a cloud of dust
a dreamy romantic or sentimental quality or feeling
a poem from the book:
Exposed
My heart
Is an exposed nerve–
Crackling,
Electric pain
Embodied
In a still-beating
Anomaly.
Fiery tears
Roll down,
Their path tattooing
Charred, scarred
Ravines
Into my cheeks,
And a lake of coals
Against my chin,
Before dripping off,
Re-opening my chest wound,
And flickering
Painstakingly-slowly
Toward freedom.
Look at it.
Look there.
Live free or die.
Ana M. S. Smith is a poet living in Edmond, Oklahoma with her husband, two daughters, two dogs, and two cats.
She hated writing when she was a young homeschooler, and was at risk of failing her ninth grade English class, but by her junior year in college had won an award for being an outstanding writer and went on to receive her BA in English from Sam Houston State University. She likes spending time reading, painting, playing guitar, getting tattooed, watching various forms of media, baking, and discussing psychology.
She is learning daily that her voice is vital, and her words matter.