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35 year old Brooklyn NYC born and raised poet & empath, lover of animals & arts, words, social work & philosophy.

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  • jfhpoetry2018 108w

    New Years Eve

    It is the close of yet another year & we all feel nostaligic. While we reflect on The Good Times and The Bad, what this past year has been like.. How we've grown or even backtracked a bit. Either way, the aura of a New Year is in the air, crisp wiith scent of New Possibilities & yet another chance to live our lives with Purpose.

    I don't know about you guys, but I am ready for a fresh start. Forget resolutions and unrealistic promises. Forget any of the negativity of the past.
    I'm starting anew, fresh with a new mindset & one simple goal: To nourish my Soul and feed my Spirit om a daily basis. To love fully and unconditionally and allow others to to the same. To stop judging people and let them find their own Paths, just as I found mine. Hopefully they will. If not, realize it is not my, or your, burden to carry.

    Forget your regrets and past mistakes. Remember what you learned from them and then leave them behind as you burn whatever bridges need burning in order to Move On with nothing dragging you down.

    I'm going to do more of what makes me Happy. Truly Happy. And I'm making a vow to myself to never stop marveling at the little things we adults tend to overlook with our busy, jaded lives; like wildflowers growing in between the cracks of concrete sidewalks, the perfection of a snowflake or spiders web wet with morning dew, or the way it feels to dig your toes deep into warm sand while sitting on a beach. I want to keep in mind always how very miraculous it is to Simply Be Alive.

    We forget how lucky we are to simply Be. To love and be loved in return, to be healthy and have others who care about us.

    So this New Year I'll allow myself the Freedom to have fun jusat becuae I can and to celebrate this crazy thing called Life.

    This is yet another chance to Live and I vow to finally Live fully. No more excuses (even if they are valid). No holding back. This is my one life and I squandered too much of it on too little & petty people and things.

    I am healthy. I'm alive. I am a wonderous being made of Stardust and empathy. It is a miracle to simply breathe. So inhale deeply the moment the New Years Ball drops, counting down the last aeconda of 2018. Marrvel at the fireworks and at the fellowship of billions of people coming together to sing in 2019 and celebrate the wonderous, mysterious, mystical, magical & chaotic beauty that is Life itself. That's my plan and my wish for each & every one of you this New Year!

    Have a Happy, Happy New Year.
    Xoxo, Janie

  • jfhpoetry2018 110w

    Thanking You

    For all of the comments & likes. Wishing you
    a beautiful holiday season filled with love, laughter & family & an extraordinary year ahead.
    Xoxo My IG Friend,
    Janie

  • jfhpoetry2018 111w

    Rage On

    We women do a lot for those we love.
    We do so much for so many people that we forget sometimes to love ourselves.
    We overlook the fact that we need nurturing just as much as those we nurture.
    Instead ww constantly compare ourselves to societies sick idea what a "perfect woman" is.
    We look in the mirror & see our flaws.
    We put on our clothes & try to hide our curves.
    We are bombarded with ad campaigns which all
    c111ount on the fact that we want to look better.Be prettier. Sexier. More beautiful than we are.

    IiThere's nothing wrong with wanting to better ourselves, per se, but there is something wrong with believing we are not enough to begin with.
    We are told from the time we are little to be pretty. Dressed in lacy socks and frilly dresses
    All so we can look cute. We are taught by society that our opinions are not equal to mens. Then told if we get upset that we're too sensitive, or, if we get angry, we're bitches.

    Well, I, for one, am sick of holding in the rage I feel towards so much of what society does to women. From blaming us for being the victims of rape to telling us we're never pretty enough or skinny enough. All these seeds of insecurity which are planted within our minds as little girls & blossom into all sorts of maladies, from anorexia to bulimia to addictions to laxatives and drugs because our self esteem is non exiatant.
    We need to RAGE. Rage against the society which made us like this. Rage against the media which perpetrates societies message that we are never good enough or happy enough or skinny enough or pretty enough. Rage against the idea that we are somehow to blame if we are sexually assaulted. Or told we're too sensitive for getting upset when someone sexually harrasses us. Rage against the fact that 1 in 3 of us will be rape victims at one point in our lives or the fact that no matter how we handle it we will be judged more harshly than the actual rapist.

    Rage against the men who believe it's okay to place themselves within your personal space and make you uncomfortable with sexual innuendos while flirting even after you've told them politely that you're not interested. Rage against the politicians who try and legislate what we can and can't do with out own bodies. With our own lives. Which allow ua to be paid less money than men for the same exact jobs & which call us shrews or dykes for getting pissed, and for acting as if calling someone a feminist is a bad word. As if being a feminist is a bad thing.

    We need to Rage against the fact that we have learn to use keys as weapons from the time we are old enough to walk to school by ourselves in case a man can't control himself. Rage against the fact that all of us have experienced men who are too "handy" and rage against the fact that they call us bitches for asking them to BACK THE FUCK OFF.

    We need to rage for ourselves. Throw our anger to the wind and let it be carried to the ears of every single person on this planet. Raise our voices and be bitches because that is what they will call us and I personally will wear that particular badge with honor.

    Because it means that we hit a button. We put them on the defensive. We put ourselves in the position of power and now they are forced to defend themselves. Let's see how they like the feeling of being scrutinized and judged for every single thing they do from how they eat to what they wear to if they work to how they parent to how they do there hair..

    It would be the sweetest reckoning to see men and the women who stand by their sides while they belittle and demean any womam strong enough to say that there is something fundamemtally wrong in this country where someone can plead guilty to rape and never step foot in prison while someone who doesn't pay a ticket can face time in jail.

    Yes. This anger at the unfairness of it all. Of being seen as less than. As being constantly scrutinized and told we are not pretty/skinny/feminine/etc. enough needs to stop.
    Oura is a righteous rage that is loooong overdue. So rage on sisters. Give yourself permission to do something for yourself and for women everywhere. Rage against the system which has always put us woman last and on unequal footing with men. Demand respect. Demand to be heard. Demand to be treated with dignity. Demand equal rights. Demand that we be given the same attention and be taken as seriously as men are. Until that day when our demanda are met, RAGE THE FUCK ON.
    ©Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry 2018

  • jfhpoetry2018 113w

    Runaway
    © Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry


    You can run, child.
    As far & as fast as your feet will allow.
    You can numb yourself to the pain
    With drugs & medicate yourself into a stupor.
    Allowing you a sweet, brief respite
    From your Anguish & Pain.
    You can paint a smile on your porcelain face
    And use concealer to hide the cracks in your facade.
    Keep up the rebel girl act.
    Kick ass & take names & use lovers
    as if the world is yours.
    You can dance with the devil on the
    edge of the precipice you live on,
    Daring death to take you as you pray
    To a God you no longer believe in.
    Kneeling on the rough concrete
    looking up into the yellowed, flickering
    light of a 4AM streetlamp,
    Tears streaming down your face,
    Leaving black mascara smeared in its wake,
    Begging for Mercy you won't receive.
    For All Of It to end.
    For the Gods forsaken agony to stop.
    For the voices of Guilt & Regret & Self Loathing &
    The feeling of not being worthy of anything Good.
    Not being worth anything period..
    Praying for All Of It to disappear.
    To disappear your Self,
    The unfixable broken girl who couldn't even
    work up the balls to kill herself.
    Instead self destructing slowly from within...

    Yes, darling...
    Still pretty after all that Wear & Tear,
    Trying so hard to be tough
    when you are made of glass
    And see through to those of us
    who have Been There.
    I know you won't listen
    Cause I know I didn't, but please, hear me.
    Hear something.
    Retain some of what I am saying to you...

    You can try & outrun all those Demons
    Which haunt you,
    which come to life each early morn
    As you close your eyes & crash
    on Someones couch for the day.
    Exhausted from another night of hellraising
    Tired of It All.
    Searching for More Than This
    Anywhere But Here
    And running on automatic set so fast
    That you can't see anything but streaks of light
    Flying past you as the world turns &
    Time.
        Keeps.m
              Ticking.
    Eventually you will hit a brick wall.
    You will turn the wrong corner & find yourself at
    A dead end.
    You can Runaway.
    Fast as those tender feet can take you.
    As far away as you canget.mj
    You can get away from All Of This.
    But you will never escape,
    You will never Be Rid Of,
    You can't ever outrun
    Your Self.

  • jfhpoetry2018 113w

    Runaway
    © Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry


    You can run, child.
    As far & as fast as your feet will allow.
    You can numb yourself to the pain
    With drugs & medicate yourself into a stupor.
    Allowing you a sweet, brief respite
    From your Anguish & Pain.
    You can paint a smile on your porcelain face
    And use concealer to hide the cracks in your facade.
    Keep up the rebel girl act.
    Kick ass & take names & use lovers
    as if the world is yours.
    You can dance with the devil on the
    edge of the precipice you live on,
    Daring death to take you as you pray
    To a God you no longer believe in.
    Kneeling on the rough concrete
    looking up into the yellowed, flickering
    light of a 4AM streetlamp,
    Tears streaming down your face,
    Leaving black mascara smeared in its wake,
    Begging for Mercy you won't receive.
    For All Of It to end.
    For the Gods forsaken agony to stop.
    For the voices of Guilt & Regret & Self Loathing &
    The feeling of not being worthy of anything Good.
    Not being worth anything period..
    Praying for All Of It to disappear.
    To disappear your Self,
    The unfixable broken girl who couldn't even
    work up the balls to kill herself.
    Instead self destructing slowly from within...

    Yes, darling...
    Still pretty after all that Wear & Tear,
    Trying so hard to be tough
    when you are made of glass
    And see through to those of us
    who have Been There.
    I know you won't listen
    Cause I know I didn't, but please, hear me.
    Hear something.
    Retain some of what I am saying to you...

    You can try & outrun all those Demons
    Which haunt you,
    which come to life each early morn
    As you close your eyes & crash
    on Someones couch for the day.
    Exhausted from another night of hellraising
    Tired of It All.
    Searching for More Than This
    Anywhere But Here
    And running on automatic set so fast
    That you can't see anything but streaks of light
    Flying past you as the world turns &
    Time.
    Keeps.
    Ticking.
    Eventually you will hit a brick wall.
    You will turn the wrong corner & find yourself at
    A dead end.
    You can Runaway.
    Fast as those tender feet can take you.
    As far away as you can get.
    You can get away from All Of This.
    But you will never escape,
    You will never Be Rid Of,
    You can't ever outrun
    Your Self.

  • jfhpoetry2018 114w

    I ❤ My Instagram Friends

    Just stopping by to let you know how much I appreciate all of your likes & comments. I'm always humbled by people like you taking the time to read my work. Especially when I so admire your art & writings & I'm so inspired by them. It means a lot. More than this little note could ever express.

    Xoxo, Janie

  • jfhpoetry2018 117w

    Throwaways & Strays

    Its 4:35 in the morning and I'm walking the  streets wet with dew.
    Hood up and hands tucked snugly in my pockets,
    Softly padding along the asphalt streets
    With my head down, along with my spirits.
    It's not that cold, but it it is the kind of
    damp that seems to seeps into your very bones.

    Stray cats roam along with all the other throw aways.
    This part of the night is owned by the omes who aren't meant to be seen.
    Who we don't want to think abouy.
    Dogs with no place to call home,
    cats with no shelter but in the hoods of idle cars,
    engines cozy with residual heat from the days travels
    At least the four legged have fur coats to keep the cold from biting as much....
    The lost & unwanted people,
    All of these stray spirits looking for some sort of solace
    in the dim light of the street lamps.
    Huddled together for warmth, 
    The only thing they have left to share
    Besides a sip of a pint which they pass freely to
    Their little circle of new found friends,
    Imbibing and telling their stories.
    It is then that I begin to feel
    a horrible sinking weight in the pit of my stomach.
    Until I hear raucous laughter behind me erupting
    just a few seconds after I pass them by.
    I don't know if they are having a laugh at my expense,
    Or recalling some tale from their pasts.
    I don't particularly care if their jest
    Is caused by me.

    All I can do is wrap my warm coat
    a little tighter around myself and smirk.

    God bless them for maintaining that ability,
    When there are so many with so much
    who lack that capacity.
    To share, to feel joy, to smile in the midst
    of all the heartache and pain.

    With all of the loss in this uncaring world,
    So many scattered spirits blowing in the wind,
    With not a clue as to why they're really here
    Or what they're really doing or
    Where they'll find themselves tomorrow.
    The only certainty being the ubcertainty of their lives
    Like old newsoapers blown to and fro by gusyts of wind....

    My sadness at their circumstances lessens a bit
    And I smile in spite of the disparity of it all,
    I even chuckle at the irony if it all.

    This thing called life is one hell of a trip.
    None of us knowing from one moment to the next
    where we're headed, how we'll get there
    If we'll ever find our destnations.

    None if us wanting to think too hard about
    How easy we could be "one of them",
    One of "those people" with nothing but
    The soiled clothes on their backs
    And whatever change they can muster up
    Clanging in their threadbare pockets.

    So long as we maintain the ability
    to hold one another,
    To smile through the tears,
    To keep pushing even when it seems
    there's no point in any of it.

    In a city has grown so used to poverty
    That we have the gall to be annoyed by
    Someone daring to disrupt our commutes
    On the subway asking for a penny, or an apple.
    Still it is the poorest amongst us who maintain
    Their senses of humor.
    Who laugh uproariously.
    Who give freely what they have when they haven't
    Much of anything.

    These strays and throwaways,
    They'll be just fine.
    Because in spite of it all,
    they have maintained their
    Giving spirits and hopeful hearts.
    Even when their bellies cry for hunger.
    And they are mostly shunned.
    They shine brighter than many of the
    Richest and most privileged among us.
    We could all learn a lot from that.

    Maybe one day, we will.


    ©Jane Hunter/ JFH Poetry 2018
    iG @Sacred_Musings_Divine_Thoughts
    www.facebook.com/JFHPoetry

  • jfhpoetry2018 117w

    Fuck You

    Fuck this..

    Fuck always being the sweet girl
    Who bites her tongue to keep herself
    From hurting someones feelings,
    even when it's well deserved.
    Fuck being the happy go lucky social butterfly
    Who flits from one place to another
    Spreading joy she hasn't felt in forever.
    Fuck being the person who gets kicked
    Because people think I won't kick back.
    And fuck the fact that I usually won't.

    Fuck being the woman who pretends not to notice
    When someone makes a sarcastic remark or insult
    And thinks me too stupid to realize their
    not so subtle jabs are aimed squarely at me.
    Fuck backhanded compliments,
    When someone puts you down in a "nice way'.
    I fucking hate that.
    Fuck passive agrressive remarks
    that cut to the quick
    No matter how saccharine
    someones delivery may be.
    Fuck narcissists who knock people down
    In order to build themselves up.

    Fuck apologizing for things
    I have no control over.
    Fuck the guilt I've made myself sick over,
    the misplaced shame I've lived with for so long.
    Fuck the people who used
    my pain to their advantage.
    Fuck trying so hard to please everyone.

    That particular burden is mine no more.

    I am finished suffering fools & narcisssists,
    Bullies & Ego maniacal know it alls &
    All those people who used my past mistakes
    To justify their mistreatment of me.
    When I never hurt a fly.
    Fuck the pretenders who smiled in my face
    And made nasty remarks the second
    I stepped away.

    Fuck the man who nearly killed me.
    Fuck the man who killed my innocence.
    The man who raped me.
    Fuck him to the nth power.
    And Fuck the community I grew up in
    For turning their backs on me
    when I needed them most.

    Fuck the naysayers who told me
    I'd never amount to anything.
    Fuck the people who put me in a box,
    Determined to keep me there.

    Fuck the men who tried so hard
    to tame this wild heart of mine
    And the women who hated me because their boyfriends liked me more than them.
    I could give twk shits about him or you.
    Fuck that. Fuck you.
    Deal with your relationship, Bitch.
    Here's a clue: Your problem? It's not me.

    Fuck being nice all the time.
    Being quiet & not standing up for myself.
    Fuck caring what people think of & about me.
    I know who I am. I have nothing to prove.
    My life is my testament.
    This is fucking fact.

    And a special Fuck You to those
    who never even tried to get to know who I am
    & why I am who I've become.
    While I'm at it,
    Fuck giving every person I meet
    The benefit of the doubt.
    Fuck those who saw me as a victim
    And took advantage of my naivete.
    Fuck the people who made me
    the target of their cruelty.
    Fuck the rumor mongers & the story tellers
    Who spread so many vile lies about me
    Even I lost track of the truth.
    And double Fuck the people who believed them &
    Treated me like shit because of it.
    Fuck those who tried tirelessly
    to ruin my image.
    Who spent every waking moment working
    So hard to make me miserable.
    Bravo, jerks.
    You succeeded, for a while.
    Not for long, though, & certainly not anymore.

    I'm fucking stronger & wiser
    than I've ever been
    Due to your lack of humanity & empathy.
    Because of you I had to learn to fight for myself.
    If that isn't a big, fat Fuck You to you
    I don't know what is.
    Most of all, fuck the people
    Who made me feel the need
    To pen this vulgar poem.
    Fuck the fact that I feel so compelled to finally tell
    them what assholes they are.

    Fuck second & third chances.
    I will believe you the first time
    You show me who & what you are.
    Fuck the fact that this poem
    is necessary at all.
    Life is too short &
    I am too fucking precious for this shit.

    Oh! And
    Fuck inequality & prejudice & willful ignorance.
    Fuck the people who
    never had to fight for anything.
    Fuck people who were born into riches &
    Never bothered to use their fortunes
    For anything good.
    Fuck the people who
    don't give a shit about anyone but themselves
    & the accumulation of their own wealth
    When there are people starving & homeless &
    Dying from simple maladies
    a ten cent vaccine could prevent.

    Fuck captitalism.
    Fuck our society which cares not one iota
    About the souls of its people.
    Fuck it all. Fuck them all. Fuck it.
    What others do, say & think. What they don't do.
    What they could do to make a difference,
    but won't do & don't do because
    they simply don't give a shit
    If it doesn't directly effect them.

    Fuck people who put labels on others &
    try to tell us who we are
    when they haven't one fucking clue.
    Fuck them & their bullshit mentalities.

    Ah! And one final note before
    I end this poetic ramble.
    Fuck the jerks who make asinine assumptions
    Based on how I look. What they heard.
    I will be myself, completely unapologetic,
    Original & quirky & fun in all my fucking glory.

    You see,
    I learned to stand my ground, to be a warrior,
    To scream for those silenced &
    Rage for those too meek to raise their voices &
    I learned that I possess more strength
    than most will ever have to & that
    I am a force to be reckoned with..
    All because of the heartless ones
    Who beat me down so they could feel taller.

    I never lost my heart.
    Never grew cold or bitter.
    I eveb gained more compassion, empathy & wisdom
    Because of all the bullies
    who tried to break me.
    You didn't. You can't. No one ever will.

    You only forged my steel resolve &
    Ignited the blazing inferno within me that roars
    For justice & fairness &will never be hushed or
    Locked in a cage ever again.
    And Fuck You & anyone else if they don't like it.

    You see, I know who I am.
    And even the ugliest parts of me
    are too wild & beautiful & far too substantial
    For someone as shallow as yourself
    to ever fully comprehend.
    I am a woman who knows my place is
    Wherever I want to be.
    I know my capabilities & weaknesses & gifts
    And flaws & I embrace my Self in all
    My sublime, sometimes chaotic,
    ever changing ways.
    I love every part of my Self now.
    Even after years of people like you
    telling me I was worthless.

    I now know the reason behind your cruel words
    And unjustified, unprovoked attacks.
    You recognized in me the diamond in the rough
    You could never be.
    And unknowingly you & others like you
    Polished me into the gleaming diamond I am now.
    Forged by incomprehensible pressures & heat,
    Absolutely gorgeous,
    deceptively fragile looking,
    Yet stronger & sharper
    than almost anything on this planet.
    Multifaceted & magnificent in its natural state.

    You who tried to dull my shine & devalue me
    Before I could discover exactly
    How glorious, precious & rare I could become.
    You who succeeded in doing exactly the opposite,
    Forcing me to undergo the tribulations & trials,
    The pressures needed to mold me into
    One of the most powerful beings alive:
    A woman who knows her worth.
    A woman who shares her warmth.
    A woman who fights for those who cannot.
    A woman who will never tame herself for anyone.

    I think that could be the biggest Fuck You
    Of this whole epic saga.
    In which I ended up the Victor.
    And you.. Well, you ended up the Fool.
    That's called Karma.
    And She always wins in the end.

    Fuck You
    ©Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry
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    Facebook.com/JFHPOETRY

  • jfhpoetry2018 118w

    Fuck It

    Fuck this..

    Fuck always being the sweet girl
    Who bites her tongue to keep herself
    From snapping at someone,
    even when it's well deserved.
    Fuck being the happy go lucky social butterfly
    Who flits from one place to another
    Spreading joy she hasn't felt in forever.
    Fuck being the person who gets kicked
    Because people think I won't kick back.
    And fuck the fact that I usually won't.
    Fuck being the woman who pretends not to notice
    When someone makes a sarcastic remark &
    Thinks me too ditzy to know
    Their not so subtle jabs
    were aimed squarely at me.
    Fuck backhanded compliments.
    Fuck when someone inaults you but in a "nice way'.
    Fuck passive agrressive remarks that cut
    No matter how saccharine someones tone may be.
    Fuck narcissists who knock people down
    In order to build themselves up.
    Fuck apologizing for things
    I have no control over.
    Fuck the guilt I've made myself sick over,
    the shame I've lived with for so long.
    Fuck the people who used my pain to their advantage.
    Fuck trying so hard to please everyone.
    That particular burden is mine no more.
    I am finished suffering fools & narcisssists &
    All those people who used my past mistakes
    To justify their mistreatment of me
    When I never hurt a fly.
    Fuck the pretenders who smile in your face
    And insult me once I've stepped away.
    Fuck the man who nearly killed me.
    Fuck the man who killed my innocence.
    The man who raped me.
    Fuck him to the nth power.
    Fuck the community I grew up in
    For turning their backs on me
    when I needed them most.
    Fuck the naysayers who told me
    I'd never anount to anything.
    Fuck the people who put me in a box,
    Determined to keep me there.
    Fuck being nice all the time.
    Fuck caring what people think of & about me.
    I know who I am. I have nothing to prove.
    My life is my testament.
    Fuck those who never even tried to get to know who & why I am who I've become.
    Fuck giving every person I meet
    The benefit of the doubt.
    Fuck those who saw me as a victim
    And took advantage of my naivete.
    Fuck the people who made me
    the target of their cruelty.
    Fuck the rumor mongers & the sorry tellers
    Who spread so many vile lies about me.
    Who ruined my image.
    And double Fuck the people who believed them.
    Most of all,fuck the people
    Who made me feel the need
    To pen this vulgar poem.
    Fuck the fact that I feel so compelled to finally
    Tell them what assholes they are.
    Fuck second & third chances.
    Fuck the fact that this poem
    is necessary at all.
    Life is too shirt & I am too precious.

    Fuck inequality & prejudice & willful ignorance.
    Fuck the people who never had to fight for anything.
    Fuck people who werw born into riches &
    Never bothered to use their fotune to help others.
    Fuck people who don't give a shit about anyone
    But themselves & the accumulation of wealth
    When there are people starving & homeless &
    dying from simple maladies
    a ten cent vaccine could prevent.

    Fuck captitalism.
    Fuck our society which cares not one iota
    About the souls of its people.
    Fuck it all. Fuck them all. Fuck it.
    What others do, say & think. What they don't do.
    What they could do to make a difference but won't.
    Fuck misogyny.
    Fuck the jerks who make asinine assumptions
    Based on how I look.
    Fuck people who put labels on others & try to tell us who we are when they haven't a clue.
    Fuck them & their bullshit mentalities.
    I will be myself
    Unapologectic in all my fucking glory &
    Fuck anyone who doesn't like it.

    ©
    Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry
    IG @Sacred_Musings_Divine_Thoughts
    Facebook.com/JFHPOETRY

  • jfhpoetry2018 118w

    Step Into the Light

    Many among us are scared of the dark.
    Then there are those who fear the light.
    The comfort of the familiar night
    outweighing the allure of day.

    Come out from your place in the shadows,
    my darling.
    There is so much to do,so much to see,
    So many colors you never knew existed.
    So many feelings you have deprived yourself of.

    When you emerge
    From that cocoon you built around your Self,
    When you take that first
    Monumental step into the Sun,
    It will seem harsh.
    The light will cause your
    eyes to sting & tear,
    Its radiance exposing you to the world.
    You will want to flee,
    To burrow back into the
    Sanctuary of your depths.

    Don't. I promise you that
    This pain won't last forever.

    Allow yourself time to acclimate.
    Breathe in the fresh scent of green grass,
    The crisp smell of fallen leaves & bonfires
    On a perfect Autumn day.
    Listen to the chirping of birds
    as they flit to and fro and
    The chattering of sqirrels as they squabble,
    Chasing eachother over acorns &
    Other treasures for their hoards.
    The sweet laughter of carefree children.
    The tolling of church bells.
    The effervescent sound of sea foam
    That follows each wave breaking on the sand.

    Become one with your environment. Feel.
    The ground beneath your bare feet.
    The sun upon your face & shoulders,
    Its rays delving beneath your skin,
    Relaxing muscles,
    Soothing weary bones,
    Reaching into your very soul.
    Feel it. Cherish it. Revel in it.
    Your tension melting away
    in the wake of its sublime warmth.
    Face turned to the sky
    As cotton candy clouds morph endlessly,
    Their hues forever changing,
    Maroon, gold, fuchia & indigo
    Royal purple & jeweled tones
    tinged with golden splendor
    painted ever new
    By the suns rise & fall.

    There is a time for darkness.
    There is a time for illumination.
    This is that time, darling.
    It is yours to take. Your birthright.

    You have hidden in the dark
    For far too long.
    It would be blasphemy to dull
    That glow of yours for another second.
    To hide the unique masterpiece that is you...

    This is the moment to lend your luminosity
    To the world.
    This is your time to shine.
    Take all the time you need, my precious...
    Just step into the light.

    ©Jane Hunter / JFH Poetry
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