Moonbeams

The flower moon 

Found me, a wilted mess 

Wrung out and wrinkled 

Like my torn party dress 

Getting lost in 

Nostalgic corridors 

Clouding visions 

Of what I’m here for 

The suffering has 

Always come easy 

I’ve grown tired 

Of fighting joy 

I want to surrender 

Letting it 

Carry me 

Triumphantly 

Through the darkness 

That tries to envelop me 

I am ready to receive 

 My flowers now. 

💫Amber Comber

Wisteria

 Wrapped in wisteria

Wounded by dreams

There are so many

Moments that I wish 

Could be unseen

These spring

Fevered dreams

That keep me 

Awake at night and

Anxiety filled days

That constantly ask

Am I doing

This right?

When the voice

Of reason 

Left 

Long ago

And your 

Aching

For something 

But

What it is

You don’t know.

💫Amber Comber

Flowering Hope

 My ground is covered

With sweet gum balls

My bare feet hate stepping on them and

I know my neighbors wish they were gone

However 

The Goldfinches

Carolina chickadees and

Carolina wrens

Thank me with song

The sun is returning more each day

Chasing the darkness and my blues away

I run to bask in the rays of light

Screaming 

As each gum ball pierces my skin 

Smiling 

As I stumble upon my daffodils 

The harbingers of spring

Drenched and bent like 

Horns

In all their golden glory.

💫Amber Comber

July

 

With the sweetness of June still on my lips

Begging and pleading, is that all there is?

July came and left like a fever dream

I can’t even recognize the version that is currently me 

The salt runs down my cheeks

Instead of the ocean that used to cleanse me &

I have never felt so landlocked while being lost at sea.

💫Amber Comber 

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Threshold

 

It’s the last days of August 

I’ve been given thunderstorms 

To soothe this Florida soul of mine

Two full moons to harvest intentions

That I have slept on 

For far too long

A train trestle that crosses

The Savannah river

Beckoning me to follow

A suffocating heat 

That takes my breath away

Whilst begging me to stay

As I step into September 

Shaking off the ghosts.

💫Amber Comber

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October:

 October

I am ready

Fuck this 

Complacency 

The gnawing 

Doubts

That rob me

I have left ashes 

In my wake

Burning 

What no longer

Serves me

To become

The woman

I desire to be

Honing myself

For this reality.

💫Amber Comber

L is for:

 

Walking the moonlit street

I said to you 

Coming home

Doesn’t hurt like it used to

Confessions in the

Red room of The Saint

How we learned to swallow

Our ghosts

Before they devoured us whole

Knowing we wouldn’t change 

A second

Because it brought us here

And isn’t that 

The beauty in the pain

That we now know

Living

Is so much more than just

Surviving.❤️

💫Amber Comber

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