Peony
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I was slain by Beauty.
She grabbed my heart and
Shook me with unceasing and unflinching Love
Until the delusional mirror created from
My tendencies and protections
To see the world and self as
Broken, sinful and devoid of the sacred
Burst into a million shattered shards of dust.
I was slain by Beauty and then…
I became Her.
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and in your photos and your words and your friendship, i, too, am slain by beauty. you are beauty.
Wow, Julie, do I ever get this – just as you predicted. I – quite literally – have chills. Thank you for these words and this inspiration today. xo
You always have been Her. And this poem is its own heartgrabbing Beauty.
I think this belongs on my mirror. LOVE.
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