(Rough Copy) This woods feel as ancient as my soul I can feel the cold penetrate my bones Matters not, for you are here with me Life has created a magical place Where you and I can walk in hand The day is a dull gray Yet there is sunshine in my heart As we…… Continue reading Irreplaceable
Author: Sofia Falcone
I believe, with quiet fervor, that one soul can shift the course of many. I write not from abstraction, but from the raw immediacy of lived experience and learned studies - from the labyrinth of my own challenges, triumphs, questions and awakenings. In offering the contours of my inner world, I hope to awaken in others a remembrance of their own power, their own unclaimed wholeness.
Reflection #5: Suffering
Suffering changes you; if you let it, those changes can be fuel towards something good or they can destroy you. Unfortunately we are often raised being taught to focus on being kind and loving towards others first; since young we are taught our emotions, wants and likes are secondary. Although many parents mean well, without…… Continue reading Reflection #5: Suffering
My Body, Your Art
(rough copy) I dare you to paint me To convey my soul through your art Let me first taste a glass of wine Let it drip from my lips as I try to forget For the one I loved is no longer here Paint my melancholy Paint my sadness Paint my madness Paint all of…… Continue reading My Body, Your Art
This Love
(Rough Copy) What I feel with you is bittersweet I love every moment, every smile I love every inch of your skin And the way you make me feel I am afraid to get close I am afraid to cause you pain Yet without you life is nothing but an escape I am engulfed by…… Continue reading This Love
Extension of My Heart
Rough Copy My pen is but an extension of my heart My heart but an extension of my soul An ancient soul which aches to reveals its passions To the one who understands this gypsy soul It is only for you I write For you are an extension of my body and soul To you…… Continue reading Extension of My Heart
Fury
Rough copy My life is but a sonnet of a story covered in mist A mountain I was to climb under the scorching sun No matter, my stubborn soul remained firm against adversity Over time discovering my diversity and humanity They tried to keep me inside a box To cut my wings so I may…… Continue reading Fury
I Stood Up
Rough copy…The title for this poem came from Emily Dickinson’s poem “It was not fear, for I stood up” –a poem on depression which has helped me through my ow dark times. I can feel it coming… That familiar heavy feeling… Enclosed within the walls of this room There is only silence and the fast…… Continue reading I Stood Up
Vindicating Sensuality & Sexuality
For centuries various religious institutions or patriarchal moral dogmas have diminished the beauty and power of sexuality and sensuality, reducing sexuality to pornographic animal lust or for reproduction alone, while sensuality has been reduced to pretending to be sexy, not realizing it is a state of being, born from the imperfect acceptance of self and…… Continue reading Vindicating Sensuality & Sexuality
The Secret of Our Love
I breathe only to spend another moment with you When we are apart your memory is held deep within my heart Between the shadows of your absence I ache for your touch My desires erode my world I want to give you my all Within my mind images of us keep playing back Yearning to…… Continue reading The Secret of Our Love
Your Eyes
Life wasn’t always easy Actions of others marked your soul You hide your face behind a veil Your tears you dry alone Let me in, I want to help you feel whole The blows did not take away the gleam of your eyes Your spirit rises out of the vast darkness Your demons are now…… Continue reading Your Eyes
