#Write Myself Whole Day3: Survival of A Psalmist

From time to time, the person I no longer -am has come to say goodbye. And it’s okay. I want the old me to know. I see you. Bowed head, shrinking back. Third-degree burn on your right hand. I see you. Oh! How have we grown as the years have gone on. 

The scars I was carrying have no weight on who I am now. I won’t dismiss the facts. We’ve had a lot of ups and downs. And the trail of deaths runs deep.

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  I have come back to  take you by the hand, to lead you into a glorious departure. I’m better now, as are you. The little girl in me is cheering, every scar, every wounded hole, every dark night of the soul, We are the answered prayers of treacherous nights. We are  the songs of holy grail, that’s right!

 it’s’ time you know, 

I whispered you into that holy-goodnight, 

I smiled at you, at thought of your transmission,

 I played this verse in your remembrance,

a sway of nod, impermenament,   

There’s a new story to hum, 

off key needs a bit of tuning though, 

I have a good-good feeling, doe! 

in gitty-pockets like butterflies 

take the wings of the morning, 

I realize I am life’s unpretentious dance, 

an ocean-breath on a life-time of chance 

churning fragile into fragrant, woody resinous 

drink from my own homemade cistern, 

eternal resilient- taverns of waters, 

are always flowing, always leading 

me home.

Poetry Krissy Mosley 2022

12 thoughts on “#Write Myself Whole Day3: Survival of A Psalmist

  1. Ellie Thompson

    “The little girl in me is cheering, every scar, every wounded hole, every dark night of the soul, We are the answered prayers of treacherous nights. We are the songs of holy grail, that’s right!” What a wonderful image this conjures up, Krissy. I can identify with much of this beautiful poem and your written word. I have scars from the past too but haven’t yet been able to come to terms with or embrace them as part of my journey. I’m so glad that you’re feeling so positive about the changes in you – it’s wonderful. I love your videos. I wonder what comes first? Are you inspired by the video images and then write? Or do you write first and then find or make the video afterwards? Either way, they are perfectly matched. I love the soft and gentle sound of your voice. X πŸ’œπŸ’™πŸ’šβ€πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’œ

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    1. apoet'svisionKrissy Post author

      thank you Ellie,- inspired by the words after that I record them out loud, no matter the scratchy voice lol Afterwards find images I use on http://www.canva. com for most of my short clips which since I have no background in video making its’ very easy to use, and it takes the pressures of off, thanks for asking, other writers have asked me too! I think we should all give it a go, and see the makings of inspiration come to life its’ fun – I know you’ll enjoy it. Ps. Let me know if you try it to record your writings or anything here’s the link https://www.canva.com/

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      1. Ellie Thompson

        I don’t think you have a scratchy voice at all – I like the slight huskiness you have when you speak. It suits your poetry and has so much feeling in it. Thanks for the links, too – I will take a look at that website. I doubt I will make my own recording, though, as I really don’t like the sound of my voice – never have done. I think I’ll stick to writing! x πŸ’–πŸ’–πŸ’–

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      2. apoet'svisionKrissy Post author

        I feel you and hear you loud and clear, truly not for everyone! Its just this video-day-an age. I’m trying to stay current and bring along my thing. I had to chuckle coming back to read this and knowing that for many of us writers -writing- is all that we really want to do, blessings to you as I wrap up my day πŸ˜ŠπŸ’œ

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  2. trE

    I love this:

    “And it’s okay. I want the old me to know. I see you. Bowed head, shrinking back. Third-degree burn on your right hand. I see you. Oh! How have we grown as the years have gone on.”

    This is like a testament to self–permission to keep breathing, to keep living. I really love this, Krissy.

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