Green Is So Green

It’s a beautiful reckoning 

To find comfort in this skin

As sunlight embraces me

No longer hiding the parts

I was afraid to see

The bruises have faded

But the scars remain 

And every time you said

It would be different

It was always the same

My strength hibernated 

With that Winter 

As the distance 

Between us grew thinner 

Love was just a four letter word

You used to possess me and

Your cries to harm yourself 

Were to silence mine of help

Like dead trees

Creating new leaves

That Spring 

Taught me 

Everything

How to rebuild

From the rubble

Bask in the light

Believe in myself to

Grow wild and free.

💫Amber Comber

Urge

Always in the same dark place 

Leaving town without a trace

Tell me more sweet lies

Searching for alibis

Hold me close

To let me know

All the things

You can’t let go

Swimming in your blissful sea 

Drowning in your misery

Always causing such scene

Attempting to sell your dream

Full of hope and they see 

The twisted reality

Chemical reaction

Fatal attraction

Caught in your undertow

Unable to let go 

I can feel the urge 

Come on again

I see you laughing

With that wicked grin

Tear down your walls

And let me back in

I can feel the urge 

Come on again

Say you’ll be mine

Oh it hurts less each time

Pretend I’m free

Dopamine dream

💫Amber Comber

St.Louis Cemetery No.1

Vetiver and oak moss

Lure you down the dark streets

The sweet taste of licorice 

Dances on your tongue

The green fairy bewitches you

As you slowly come undone

Passing Marie Laveau’s tomb 

And all the ancient stones

Observing all the signs and 

Knowing there is more

Than you will ever find

The future may crumble 

But the past will never fall

It’s rich in the blood 

That has been sacrificed 

And pulses in the

Music that dances 

Through these halls

Secret gardens strung

With jasmine and wisteria 

Lingering in the air 

You run towards 

The Mississippi River and

Your reflection finds you there

Glistening from the summer heat

The moonlight dances off your skin

I’m certain I’ve been here before

And I never want to leave again...

💫Amber Comber

Therapy

I know this track

Like I know my body

The places to avoid

To not trigger

The land mines

Around me

The cracks and scars

That remain in the asphalt

The fact that my story

Is not unique

So many have come before 

And will come after me

The reason at 15 

I used shame

To layer my body

After confiding in a friend

Who questioned my integrity 

Trying not to be seen

I would harm myself

Thinking how 

I was too weak

To protect me

Don’t reveal too much skin

Never walk alone at night

Don’t let your drink out of sight

Carry your keys like a knife

This mantra is memorized 

While our bodies are desired

And weaponized

Will this war ever end?

💫Amber Comber

The Art of Pyrography

I remember the hazy sun

How it filtered through the

Thrift store curtains

The billows of incense smoke

Held by freshly stained wood

That swirled through the rooms

Of laughter

Mostly

Screaming

Sometimes

The sun would catch you

At just the right moment

All your stress and worry

Evaporated 

With the music

That always welcomed you home

Your gauzy skirt

With rainbow metallic threads

Caught the light 

As you danced around the room 

Forgetting your long

Nights of working doubles

Just to barely get by

The two children

That were always hungry 

And begging for your attention

Would stop in their tracks

And watch you in awe

Stunned by your beauty 

But most importantly

Your freedom.

Amelioration

I gathered pine needles

Under the new moon

Boiling them to 

Cleanse every 

Threshold I cross

I eat oranges and

Dream of sunshine

Aspiring to be more

Like my houseplants

Who have mastered

Basking in just

The right amount 

Of light 

Before the darkness

Creeps in

Lush in chlorophyll

Absorbing all the 

Minerals and water

I bestow upon them

I anoint my knees

With rose oil

Kissing each one

Whilst thanking

Them for saving me

I marvel 

At how my body

Moves

Heals

Loves

And no longer 

Shrinks and cowers

In existence 

If love is a red door

Then I want in

For the protection 

It brings and

The message

It sends...

💫Amber Comber

#words #healing #poetry #plantsmakepeoplehappy #sunshine #home #greenwitch

Legs

 

These legs 

Have crawled

Trained in ballet 

To learn to walk

Without falling

Worn braces

To correct 

My pigeon-toed feet

(That I still choose

As my comfort stance)

Grew too fast 

Leaving me

Awkward as a child but

Balanced as a woman

They danced in clubs till 4AM

Wrapped around lovers

Swam in oceans

Climbed mountains

Waited on tables

Roller skated till dawn 

Cycled thousands of miles 

Awoken me at 3AM

Writhing with spasms

Through two

Nine month

Pregnancies

Have carried 

My children

Upon hips

That always 

Need adjusting

They have allowed me to shimmy

Until my soul was content

Helped me run my first

And last 5k

(Because I hate running)

Have been 

Bruised 

Scarred

And

Tattooed

With 

Love and hate equally

Always

Restless and ready

For the adventure 

That lies ahead.

💫Amber Comber