• Jennifer Jade Merrihue

MAGIC & POETRY

When I was little


I used to think life was magic


I saw beauty and perfection


Even in the tragic.




One day I woke up

from working so hard


and remembered


how beautiful a blade of grass looked pressed between my fingers


Milk and honey

Rose oil baths


And the beauty of thunder

When it lingers.


.


And I remembered that these things...

The coincidences

The ideal timings

Had happened all along


But I was so far gone


So lost in stress

And mess

And cycles


That I forgot to look at the Magic that’s inside us


It’s been here all along

Natural and Free

Infinite and strong

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