Thursday, January 10, 2019

Diving Dreams


I walk through this wounded world

And carry home the things I can’t unsee

A weight that can get so heavy

I feverishly find ways to break free

Exhaustingly illuminating 

My dark side of mind

Searching for a balance 

That’s always hard to find

The past weaves 

Into the future 

So fast   

That I forget

To breathe 

In the present

I am learning 

To fill my lungs 

With enough air

To become weightless 

And dive below 

This wreckage...

#poetry


~Amber Comber

Thursday, January 3, 2019

Surrender


Look at that one leaf

Afraid to surrender

Holding on

To the only thing

It knows

Sometimes 

You have to let go 

Swan dive into 

The possibility 

That there is more 

Magic 

Than you can 

Imagine 

So much

Beauty to see

An unconditional 

Amount of

Love 

To give and receive 

And you are worthy 

Of it all

All you have to do

Is trust the fall.

~Amber Comber 


Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Kingdom of Ruin


I always find peace 

in spaces 

Where nature is reclaiming what’s hers 

Watching concrete walls crumble 

From the wild vines that grow like veins 

Bringing new life to what was stagnant

Destruction can be beautiful and necessary

Nothing is permanent 

No matter how hard

You fight for it to be.

~Amber Comber


Saturday, December 15, 2018

Slaying Doubt


My life has always 

Been

On the outside 

Looking in

I am learning to love

And not just exist

In my own skin

Be still in the moments

I’m riddled with

Doubts and anxiety

Letting the fear of the future

Wash away from me

The ebb and flow

Of lovingly holding 

The moments that 

Sustain me

Knowing I will be

Weathered and changed

But these storms won’t

Define me and

The rain is necessary 

To cleanse and nurture 

This garden 

That is beginning to 

Flourish around me.

~Amber Comber


Monday, November 12, 2018

For Lorelei 

I fell asleep

With you 

Heavy

On my mind

I dreamt 

I was twirling

Wearing a sea foam

Green, gossamer skirt

Watching it billow

And fall

Lost in nostalgia 

Barefoot under 

The waning moon

The ground covered

In moss and clover...


I awoke this morning 

To Neko 

Sweetly singing

Middle Cyclone

To me...


I carry you with me

Down lost country roads

I miss your presence

Your wild laughter 

And being my

Partner in crime

On so many

Abandoned adventures 

I need the tangible 

Version of you

Especially when the leaves

Start to swan dive

And the air comes clean and cool

Forgetting all the sadness of Summer.


❤️ Amber Comber


Monday, October 29, 2018

Give Up the Ghost:


The leaves begin 

To dance from

Their limbs

Falling to their death

In a sweet surrender

To selflessly

Give beauty 

And await rebirth


I watch in wonder

Wanting to do the same

Autumn makes me ache

With nostalgia and

The fear of letting go

I wound too easily

Holding on too hard

Time will fade

The bruising

But the light

Will always reveal

My scars.


~Amber Comber

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Broken Receiver 


If the fall doesn't kill you

The constant ache will

And holding on 

To something 

For nothing

Was never part of the deal

These tears no longer cleanse me

They just make it harder to see

And the ghosts I invite in

To keep me company

Are just trying to kill

What's left of me.

~Amber Comber