The Light In My Soul

Deep within there is a glow that illuminates…
When life is painful, the light soothes.
When I am lost, the light guides.
When times are tough, the light sustains.
When my bones ache with cold, the light warms.
When I don’t understand, the light imparts knowledge.
When I fear the unknown, the light reveals.
Deep within there is a glow that illuminates…
The light within my soul.

Broken Mirror at Her Feet

Broken shards lay at her bare feet reflecting a life torn asunder
Seven years of cursed luck could never rival
A lifetime of suffering
Her dreams fade as smoke in the wind
To love and be loved
Their few happy memories lay shattered at her feet
Heaved from his broken promises
Her penury soul facing an unforgiving destiny
Her tears flow freely down the rapids of desolation
The rejection of her beloved shatters her heart
Violating her pliable mind
She is nothing without him
She is ugly
She is broken
She can not go on
She reaches for a narrow sliver to pierce her tender flesh
Imagining the warmth flowing from her veins contrasting the chill within her soul
In one fleeting moment her eyes are reflected in the shard
Eyes bearing hope
Eyes bearing beauty
Eyes bearing spirit
Eyes bearing the desire to live
As the reflector crashes to the floor breaking into minute pieces
She realizes that it is only glass and he is only one man.


Lush vines ensnare
The tangled mass firmly secures
the empty vessel that is me
I look below, only hopelessness
I look above, only despair
Before me shadows move
wraiths awaiting my demise
Coldness grips what is left of my soul
Living untruths
My mind descends into madness
A shell deprived of that which feels life
Dying slowly
No light can penetrate the vines that grow ever thicker, binding tighter
Suffocating hope
Will my soul rot as the leaves decay in the vast emptiness of time wasted?
Will I hunger no more for dreams unfulfilled?
I blindly reach out, grasping for freedom
Thorny vines dig deeper, piercing my flesh
Determined to escape
I fight for deliverance
Beyond that which is  known
Beyond that which is safe
As I fade to dust, I float above the dried vines
I am transformed by the dynamic process of faith
faith in life
faith in love
faith in dreams
The renewed me basks in the glow of Self discovery
I inhale sweet life
As I exhale the dried vines float away, never to return.

To Be a Woman

To be a woman is truly a blessing.
They are the vessels for life and delicious passion.
They are lovers,
They open themselves to others.

To be a woman is truly a blessing.
They are gifted with the wisdom of the ages.
They are intuitive,
They share their bounty with others.

To be a woman is truly a blessing.
I too am a woman.

~Tara Payne Steele

When My Mother Laughed

My mother was a belle of the South,
Her grace and beauty surpassed only by her loving spirit.
Her curly black hair French-rolled to perfection.
Her gifts were many, cooking was not one.
She could unexpectedly look down in grass and find a lucky clover.
She could cure ailments with a verse from the mighty King James.
She sang sweet soprano as doves cooed along.


When my mother laughed, angels journeyed from on high.
When my mother laughed, demons forgot their mischief.
When my mother laughed, hearts were uplifted.
When my mother laughed, my world was perfect.

~Tara Payne-Steele

Me with my mama (she’s singing with the angels now)


I Want to Die While You Love Me

Week 1:Sample of featured favorite poet or author…

~Georgia Douglas Johnson, 1880 – 1966

I want to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.

I want to die while you love me,
And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent
To warm me when I’m dead.

I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give?

I want to die while you love me
And never, never see
The glory of this perfect day
Grow dim or cease to be!

[This poem is in the public domain.]