watch her glow like the moon.

glimmering gold and lavender love

pretty pulses of healing,

starlight infused into screaming veins,

hope shimmering across the universe of a soul

whose only ever known how pain bleeds,

peace radiating through the home

of bones too familiar with agony

there is a goddess within her,

a warrior finally waking

from an eternity of aching

she sheds the shadows of the past

and walks into the wonder of the present

(watch her become the sun)

– ashley jane

my wolves.

i run with wolves,
warriors with softly resilient hearts
i hold hands with heroes,
my hesitant fingers bound in theirs
because they give me the strength
to rise above the fire
to run among the pines
to break glass ceilings 
they teach me how to be patient
they show me how to be
brave

– ashley jane

my heart will outlast your hurricane.

i was gone

long before you noticed,

drifting beyond

your lonely lighthouse shine

i refused

to be another casualty

of your raging storms,

your lightning strikes

creating seaglass memories,

proof that there is still strength

in these bones

– ashley jane

i am under her spell.

i watched her

waking from hibernation,

neither ghost nor girl

but hovering somewhere in between,

a born wildflower drifting

so i taught her

to dance in rays of sunlight,

to run beneath the rain

and now,

she is anointed with energy,

illuminated from within

she goes up in flames

and emerges with wings

she becomes the magic

that keeps me wild

– ashley jane

I’ll Rise

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My mind is tired and my soul aches
and I can feel myself sink into this saudade
but, like air, I’ll rise

I can feel the shadows shudder,
and darkness blooms while passion wanes
but, like air, I’ll rise

But this heart is a lioness, scared of nothing,
and I will always forge a way
because, like air, I’ll rise

Words by Ashley Jane

Art by broken_isnt_bad

 

Woman

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you make up rules
and expect her to follow,
but she is most striking
untamed
unfiltered
untethered

you try to hold her back
but, she moves through
the darkest nights
with courage
with power
with faith

you don’t understand her,
the way she shines
even when hope is scarce

you want to control her
…but, she is a woman
who knows her own strength

Breath of Words© 7/30/17

phpto by James Bort