cleansed.

i spent hours
beneath the rain
collecting seashells,
wandering the shore,
this mind of mine
lost in its own world
i fed the sea memories,
silent songs
of this saudade
in my veins
i watched the previous day
get washed away
by the waves,
so many lost hours
swept out to sea
i stayed as the morning air
became the evening breeze,
the skies still spilling down
in a fine mist
and finally,
i felt
cleansed

– ashley jane

the breeze will catch us.

rust stains

on innocent hands,

a tender sorrow washed away

by the rain,

proclaimed clean,

but the pain is still there

we were wildflowers in eden,

pristine, lovely little things

now, tragedy clings

to petals afraid of falling

sometimes,

there is beauty in the let go

hope is the wind

that will carry us home

– ashley jane

we cut the rope made of daisy chains,

exhaled the barbed fear thorns in our way

we were drowning in a deluge of doubt,

clamoring towards the surface,

struggling to find a way out

but, these flowers are breaking

like waves against our skin,

a cleansing rush of soft petals and promises

allowing us to inhale forgiveness in

now our blossoming hearts can be whole again

Words: Ashley Jane ©️

Art by littledoodlebook via Instagram ©️